A star. A small beacon of hope. A pinprick of light in the darkness. Yet a star is meant only for one, because if it turns it's attention to another then it takes it's light away and leaves the first in darkness. For only a foolish star would think they can light a world, unless that star be the sun, and even then only one half the world is lit while the other is given a cast off reflection; The moon, a fickle thing at best as it waxes and wanes. Teasing weary hearts as it grows in brightness and when they think they will reach the end of a long journey it flickers out and leaves them in darkness. Giving them back to the stars that speckle the velveteen sky like a myriad of diamonds.
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