Custom Chibi Lain
Celestial
CORE
STORY 
Mourners gathered around a freshly dug grave site, cries heard from a distance as they grieved over their loss. The oak casket gleamed brightly in the sun, dotted with freshly cut roses and lilies. Slowly, it was lowered into the waiting darkness, soil tossed over top to conceal the source of grief. The mourners held one another tightly, seeking any source of comfort as their loved one was buried, hidden away from the world forever more.
Weaving effortlessly through the air, a small colorful songbird sings a gentle song as she glides along through the clear spring sky. Guided by the sounds of the mourner, the bird fluttered down into the graveyard, landing silently on a perch. Curiously, she watched the scene, the all-black figures clinging to one another as they sobbed. One stood out from the rest, grieving apart from the others, tears streaming steadily down her face.
Lifting off from her perch, the small songbird flew down to greet the woman, coming to rest on her shoulder. Looking to the small bird, the woman offered her finger as a perch. Accepting, the bird was pulled in front of the woman, tilting her head side to side as she inspected the woman’s features.
This is the one.
Watching the little bird curiously, the woman wondered naively to herself if the stories she had heard were true. It was said a little bird came to visit when you were struck with grief greater than you could handle. It was also said the bird, in exchange for a single tear, would deliver a message to heaven to the loved ones that had passed.
The little bird, although not impressive in size, was vibrant and beautiful. Blinking down at the little thing, the woman’s curiosity got the better of her as she bent low to whisper to the bird.
”Are you a messenger from heaven?”
The little bird did not respond, only tilted her little head side to side at the words. The woman watched the bird intently, wondering if she had gone crazy.
”Please… carry a message to my late husband. Tell him—“ her voice cracked as she spoke to the tiny bird. ”Tell him I miss him. Life just won’t be the same without him… And tell him I love him, more than I will ever love another.
When the woman’s message was finished, the tiny bird tilted her head again before leaning forward, gently plucking a tear from the woman’s cheek and tucking it beneath her wing. Before the woman could respond, the tiny bird took flight once more and soared high and higher, up towards the skies. The sun blotted out the silhouette of the tiny bird, but the woman could only pray her message would reach heaven.
