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(Hi! Um… here’s something short I wrote….)
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‘A Star’

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A star. Bright, and wise. His feet have danced on the knee of the handle his whole being. A breath that has lasted thousands of years.

When, over a span of two months, he feels himself getting hotter. His body becomes brighter. His song to the Star Breather comes out stronger than ever before. His ears can hear the praises from celestials he’s never known existed. And his eyes can see to the ground of Gaenil, he can see the bashri, their faces.

His eyes, though acute, had only been able to see the highest mountain peaks before this time.

But he knows why. He is about to go out.

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He sings louder, feeling a painful cold fill his chest. Like a dagger, this chill aches inside him. The star’s glowing body, beginning to dissolve within him. He cries, for the pain of the frost cuts like a jagged blade along his soul. He weeps with his song.

He is dying, and knows it. The ice reaches his mind, his mouth is charry, and he cries out. “Alhamd lilah aladhi khalaqani!”

His wrinkled chin lifts, his snow white hair beginning to glow for the first time in a millennia.

Then he gives a prayer of thanks.

The chords strike the heart of Jacine, Gaenil’s main light and warmth. The agonizing, though beautiful, and hopeful tones reach the ears of Vinia, the great high star of the upper galaxy; Young, and twinkling like a thousand of her predecessors in one.

But, most important. The song of praise reached the deepest being… of the Star Breather.

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The Holy One quaked with sadness. He waited a day, then overcome, he went to his son. His hand the size of the galaxy did not startle the star as it caressed his head.

Nithel sang out louder, stronger. Praises. His eyes burning like sapphires, his tears rivers of fire. Then he felt a great roaring inside him. Ashes cascading and flying like storms within him. He was done.

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Nithel burst into a great nova. Bright colors of white, yellow, purple, blue, and green flew in all directions. A wave of life swept out across the great expanse, giving new breath to the choir of beings about.

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But the Lord of creation cupped the sparks in His hands. The flames almost burning holes through His spotless palms as He carried His son to Gaenil.

There, among rustling grass, and all alone, Awoke the star.

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