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Why is this so precious you guys:

Robyn sirred from here he had fallen asleep in the corner of the astrometrics bay. Xali had loved it. Asking every question and marveled at every star. Sometimes he swore those eyes couldn’t get any bigger.

That is, until he showed her the next formation or nebula or singularity. Then, somehow, those space-filled eyes got bigger and brighter, Like they could hold everything they touched like the black hole they were. He could only wonder what kind of mind lurked behind such windows. What soul. How many stars had taken up home in there to give her the Gift of light and colour and warmth before she was even born. How many tiny stars dotted the little DNA strands in each of her cells. How many before she could call light? How many before it {light} began to call to her?

How many before like met like?

^-^ (favourite words today)