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I do as he requests and clamor out of the observatory. When I exit I see all my fellow stars. Yet, they seem disappointed. They were probably expecting the ever-handsome Moon. I give them a blushing wave. I take in the scene, millions upon billions of stars waiting for the moon to rise. Not only that but also the mortals below the heavenly plane. They also await for the moon to rise.

The Creator was gone. The heart of the Dream had been fully restored, anchored by the very soul that had drafted its first law. But existence had officially lost the one who had first imagined it. Down on Earth and across the far-flung colonies of the stars, billions of ordinary humans slowly bowed their heads. They did not bow in religious worship or fear, but in profound, silent gratitude for the architect who had traded their eternity for a human tomorrow. Then, suddenly, a single, brilliant golden star appeared at the exact center of the stabilized Source.

Just the scattered, blinking chaos of a society stumbling through the dark, wondering where the lights went. Sarah joined him, stumbling onto the gravelly surface of the roof. She was looking up, toward the sky. The stars were out—bright, uncaring, and entirely organic. No interference. No satellites beaming instructions. Just the vacuum of space, staring back at them. "We did it," she whispered. Anji looked at his boots. The soles were half-melted, stuck to the gravel. "We didn't fix anything, Sarah. We just made it everyone else's problem now."

"What's this? A hickey?" That one word set everything off. George pushed himself up from the couch and stalked over. "Huh? What the hell?" He stopped right in front of me, his gaze drilling into the red mark on the side of my neck. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice barely above a growl. "You went and found a new beastman?" "When did that happen?" Kevin's voice came from behind me, cold as ice. "Three of us weren't enough for you?" I opened my mouth to respond— The doorbell rang.

She can't sense any sadness from her voice anymore. From the moon, she turned her gaze to the stars. Every time she does this she always remembers a song for the person you love so much that you can no longer see again. It is a song by FM Static, the song title is Tonight. Then she hummed it on her mind, "Never thought not having you here would hurt so much....Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up, I need your loving hands to come and pick me up, and every night I miss you, I can just look up, and know the stars are holding you, holding you tonight." "She's with the stars now, right mom?" She smiled forcely and turned to her mother.

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

A young girl was staring in a daze at the screen in front of her. Her name was Hyacinth Astor, and she was an ordinary staff member of the Milky Way Empire’s online service station. Just now, when she answered a question from a person who claimed to be on the indigenous living planet, she asked what combat power the person was out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, the other party's answer stunned her. ‘Peak Stellar Rank? ‘My eyes are not deceiving me, right?

“There’s this beautiful poem Nana used to read to me about the stars sometimes when I came here. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I think I do now.” “She called it If The Stars Could Speak. It was by one of her favorite poets Clariel Estevez, if I remember correctly.” He turned fully to her now, rubbing his palm along the exposed skin of her arms. He could only be grateful the dress wasn’t fully sleeved like all the clothes she enjoyed wearing. “Wanna hear it?” He asked when she didn’t say anything.

My first stranger high-five! As soon as our hands touched, I was sucked into a world I'd never seen. Like we were standing in a sea of stars, I felt the ground undulate smoothly below me. "Now, this is a first," Kiema said. "Where the hell are we?" I looked at her. "How should I know. I've never been here." Kiema looked at me. Seemed to look inside me. "No, I guess you haven't." She walked around for a bit. Lifted her hand to touch one of the fiery balls of light. "Do you get your magic from the stars?"

"Listen here, you Neanderthal, I'm an asthmatic with serious problems of arrogance. I studied for years of my short life to get to this point: where I find an answer. People are dying. There is hunger and fear where I come from. If I will be enslaved at the end of this day, at least I demand to know what is there inside this barracks so that the stars would send me here." "Stars don't speak," he said, arching an eyebrow. "They spoke this time." The stranger just watched me for too long, so he gave a snorting giggle. The sound gave me goosebumps, but it wasn't out of fear. "Your stars sent you to the wolves den, sweetie. There's nothing in there but us." "No medicine?" “No.” "No weed?". “Noth