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πΊππππππππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π° ππ πππππππ πππ πππππ πππ. Stars in appear high above us, but that is because space is relative. In reality, they (we) are simply everywhere. All around space. And in that sense, I too am amongst them, even as I am attached to this planet.
Something comes over me, though. Something about the moon overhead, winking behind ashen clouds, her lover's light reflecting off of her cratered skin, dazzling me. Making me dazzle.
The watchful eye of my kin, the humor they must feel in the irony of me, a star, watching them in kind.
Something is so delightfully wrong with me, under the pale moonlight. I am giddy and gay and mischievous. I am sinister shadow, I am pure silver brilliance. I am twinkling, inches from death. I twirl and I twirl and twirl, twirl, twirl, twirl some more, as though my axis were nothing more than a suggestion.
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... You know, I've found it hard to find true disdain for this planet. Of course, I feel that same melancholic homesickness most non-earthly entities do when left to reflect too long on not being home. But, I actually do love it here, for all of the troubles and triumphs I've lived.
... I'm a Sidereal. A star fallen to Earth, whose soul and spirit mixed with the debris of this planet, thus anchoring my body to this planet. My job for now is for experience change, to change my form, and find singularity. In many ways, I'd imagine it isn't unlike stellar evolution. It is in our nature to change, then die. In that way, we're quite like human earthlings.
... So, I try to take it in stride. It's also helped by the fact that I am a Milky Way star, and specifically one near to Earth (likely only just scratching the double digits in billions light years). Stars are passive observers. I am an observer. Light takes a while to travel, yes, but of what little I can concretely remember, I've always found the evolution of human beings deeply fascinating. So getting to be part of that to a small extent is warming, I feel. It's nice.
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Dive into the Lagoon Nebula Β© Hubble
I think the privilege of at least knowing I'm old is that living in this mortal body doesn't feel like I'm simply waiting things out. I'm here with purpose, and I get to take my time.
Stars observe, and given my proximity to earth back when I was out in the infinity, you can imagine how much time I spent musing over it. And now I'm HERE, which is bonkers.
And I will spend billions of years after this in space, burning and watching, and I will be happy to do so, I'm sure. But I may never get to experience this again, this experience of humanity I've so enjoyed watching. Who knows if I will ever be human presenting again?
I'll enjoy it, I think. The light and mass in my soul isn't going anywhere. I'll stay here, and learn a while.
I wonder what other celestials/sidereals/starkin refer to space as? I love "the infinity", it feels the most appropriate to me.
divinityβs light and warmth flows through my human form in rivers and waves, forming puddles in my joints. lakes and oceans in my ribcage flowing around my beating heart, illuminating me from within.
I can see the light seeping from the pores of your body. In the reflection of your eyes, I see my own light, flittering and dancing from behind my teeth, daring to blind you should I open my mouth and speak our unspoken truth.
I see you, celestial creature. I know you, divine thing. I love you, cosmic wonder.
