Lynx was alone.
That wasn't surprising however, seers were not social creatures. No matter how hard he tried. Especially not to someone like her.
Seers had beautiful wings all over, so beautiful, they were often mistaken for angels. Lynx didn't have wings on their back, however, only having them on their head and ankles. Because of this, Lynx can't fly properly, it exhausts and hurts them.
Lynx was alone most of their life. They didn't feel understood by anyone around. But the stars were a place of comfort. Stars didn't care if they were different or out of place. No one judged stars or said one was worth more than the other. They were just stars.
Seers naturally had long lifespans, living as long as their research did, their prized possessions. Lynx has stars. Their prized research. Until one day
A parasite, feeding on flesh. But lynx's flesh could not be fed on the same way. So it went for it's research. Lynx's weak body becomes weaker and it left, in fear of the parasite spreading. All alone in space. But it wasn't so bad. It's last moments would be with its precious stars.