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The Stars
The night sky is an endless cycle.
The stars are lanterns, strewn across space. They move with the hour - the earth turns and so do they, it seems, all those silver pinpricks inching through the sky.
They are a clock. Their placement tells the time to all who can speak the language of the stars. They are a map. Those who can read the sky look up, and, among the scatters lights see a rose compass, arrows leading them across the world. Like the old sailors, stranded alone on the water with no watch, no calendar, no map - only the sky and stars and sea all around them.
The stars are light in a swell of darkness, after the night swallows the sun. They traverse the sky together, swimming through the clouds as the earth turns, showing each other the way through space. They are the eyes of the night, blinking in and out of existence, flashing overhead.
They guide each other, and together, they survive the darkness, until the sun rises again.
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We Are the Stars
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