[private] a falling star fell from your heart; islas

[Astrophel]

Since Astrophel returned to Beqanna, he has found himself back in the meadow again. It is the only place he knows—wishes they can hear his cries again. A part of him is optimistic that his instinct to come back here is to be called back home. It’s his only deepest hope. His only desire to return to the celestial world.   But each night he returns to the center of the meadow, to the same spot where he was taken to join the celestial beings. Nothing happens. The passing of days, months, and seasons are all the same. It does not change except for his diminishing hope. Astrophel wants to fiercely believe they will take him again. He cannot find out why he has brought back here. He has looked too long. Too many years he searched within Beqanna and beyond the in other lands. He has only come empty handed, but he pleads with every bit of him and more if he could to go back home.   It’s the same tonight. Summer has settled into Beqanna. The sun lights up the world a little longer during the day—something he wishes that did not happen. But he waits every night to greet the stars above. He can feel them calling him, especially on this clear night. Their essence beams with life and he cannot help but to grasp at them, to pull their light from them and closer to him.   He doesn’t pull every single star to him, but only one at a time. It would be a shame to take them all for himself. To take the light out of the night sky almost felt like killing them all. Astrophel only can choose one. Tonight, there are a lot to choose from, but he doesn’t hesitate to find one. It is always the first one that catches his eye.   It shines the brightest tonight. Sparkling in a different way from all the rest of them. He connects instantly with it. Feeling the essence of the light the beams within it. It is more precious than anything else in the world. Nothing compares to the life of a star, the magic that it lights to the nightly world for all of them to see.   He pulls it gently, slowly, at first. The star flashes faintly slowly as the bright essence of the star’s light twinkles down in a thin thread of sparkles from the night sky. It wraps around him instantly. Twirling and twisting around his legs, his body, and his neck. It warms his heart instantly to feel it, to feel a small piece of the celestial world meant everything to him.   Deep within it pains him more than ever when he does this, though; however, he cannot imagine feeling the power of the starlight. It’s all that he has left of his home. A home he cannot give up on returning to. It is only the stars that can understand him—no one here would ever know the pain he was feeling.

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