The water shimmers. Lance dips a finger in it – it is stardust today.
He knows the stars will start to fade - they always do - but for now, this is enough.
Now he sits in a room that slowly fills with stardust. He lifts his hands and they are flecked with gold. Stardust new and stardust old, he doesn’t know how long the room has been filling. Something soft lands on his head. He looks up.
There are stars falling from the ceiling.
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