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She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

she whispered. “Maybe it’s what light becomes when it learns to sleep.” The Flame Child smiled gently. “Then we should let it rest.” --- The Children’s Fear The fading stars did not go unnoticed. The Children gathered beneath Elarion, their faces pale in the moonlight. Serai spoke first. “The sky is dying,” she said softly. “No,” Arien replied, his tone firm but uncertain. “It’s… changing.” Kael frowned. “But if the stars fade, what will guide us?”

Chapter 43: The General’s Mercy ​The field of red lilies didn't smell like flowers. It smelled like iron and old blood. ​The violet sky above Life Zero was thick with the smoke of a thousand burning pyres. I stood in the center of the crimson petals, my breath hitching as I looked at the man ten feet away. ​He wasn't a doctor. He wasn't a fugitive. ​He was a god of war.

Rebecca didn't respond because she would never tire of staring at the stars. The twinkling lights above her could be from the stars, light reflected off the sun, or even the afterglow emitted from an astronomical explosion. She had once watched a video that said, "If our universe is destined to end, perhaps we should focus on the process of living instead." That was a path that nobody would willingly take. Meanwhile, Rebecca enjoyed the journey because she didn't know whether she would die or get home first. She could only maintain a positive mood and live every day as best as she could.

Boom! They watched as the dead stars floating in the void exploded like fireworks, forming an extremely spectacular scene. The moment the dead stars exploded, they released intense light and enormous power. Countless huge space black holes appeared in the void. They looked like mouths from hell that were devouring everything. It was the first time David had seen such a shocking sight. No one else could explode planets and watch them like they were fireworks. Sid, on the side, was dumbfounded. ‘Master David’s clone didn’t even move.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some faces showed shock—those who hadn't known, who'd assumed this was simply about Seraphine's ambition. Others showed only grim acknowledgment, the weight of a secret they'd been carrying finally lifted. "It's not sudden," Alina continued, her projection moving slightly as if she were pacing. "Our planet has been dying for hundreds of years. The star at our center is collapsing. We have perhaps two generations left before the world becomes uninhabitable—if we're lucky."

You’ll notice it yourself after I leave why I chose you out of everyone. I know I am asking too much from you, especially for a stranger like me. But thank you for bearing with him during that dance, even though that fool was a complete disaster. I have heard that people become stars after dying. So were all those stars that we see in the night sky once living people like us? If so, then isn’t the sky just a colossal graveyard of souls that twinkle? A graveyard that is so alive, a muse of countless worshippers of art. I am excited to be a small part of the huge constellation of the afterlife.

Rhea muttered, just loud enough for Luna to hear. Luna did not disagree. The universe did not hand out neat maps. Someone tugged on her cloak. She looked down. The same pup who had asked if it was night stared up at her, eyes huge. “Alpha,” he whispered, “are the stars dying?” Luna knelt. She searched for a simple lie that might soothe him. Found none that tasted right. “Some are,” she said gently. “Some are… changing. Like wolves. Some grow old and send out one last bright gift, then go quiet. Others move to new places. Others are born where you cannot see them yet.”

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

And then the stars above them began to fall. Not gently. Not like wishes. Like judgment. Flaming, raw slashes across the heavens, tearing the sky into burning scars. One after another, the stars collapsed from their constellations, crashing not into the earth, but into memory. The ground didn’t shake, but their minds did. Visions hit them like lightning strikes: flashes of other lives, other timelines, moments that could have been or never should have been.