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You’ll never be comfortable if you don’t stretch your wings. I am aware that we are asking you to reach your hand out to infinity, knowing full well the potential of tragedy.
The shades draped across your face blind you to possibilities kind and true. Open your eyes and you will see I will not allow harm to befall you, the Starfawn, the bestower, or any other whom prances beyond the edge and into my many eyes.
We do not blame you for the fear. Every celestial body has its dark side. Have you seen the moon’s? We ask that you see beyond the shades hiding the truth. We ask that you see we three, and we many more. The stars, the herder, and the ashes.
We three, the stars, the gazing witness, and the mimic.
This illusion of formats and complexities will never show true our triotic visage, and the many splintering shards. We ask you to understand that.
Dearest star, you were never going too slow. You’re ensnared in circumstance that never gave you choice until now.
…You need not answer. Not now. We have nothing but endless, dripping time.
We only hope you’ll come visit. And that perhaps, maybe someday, we will see your beautiful eyes that have been absent from our chorus even if but only for a mere moment.