When a star became old and no longer shone as bright as the others, they fell. Falling was celebrated by the other stars, it had meant that one had lived a good life and was ready to reach their final resting place. It made way for other stars to begin their lifespan, and the humans often watched the falling of the stars.
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The sound of shoes against pavement rang through the alley as the people walked by without second thought. You couldnāt blame them, it wasnāt a pretty sight. Grime clung to the bricks, covering what little color they had. Litter and garbage decorated the dirt colored pavement, making it nearly impossible to walk without tripping and falling face first onto the ground. It was perfect.
The star dug through the dumpster, Being, he liked to call himself. Tossing sticky piles of half-eaten food behind him, he pulled himself out of the dumpster and sat on the ground with a huff. If food was so important to humans, why is it the only thing they threw away? He rested his head on the palm of his hand.
The only form of clothing he found was a tattered old suit. Of course, itās pallet changed from shades of brown to shades of purples and yellows.
Being tugged at the sleeve of the once brown suit, deciding he would draw himself in the different colors once he found the right pencils.
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