I have heard all the stories they often tell about me.
I have heard every single variation and version of what they claim to be my true story.
Throughout the years, the tales that are passed down slowly change from person to person, as storytellers strive to put their own personal spin on their tale. It is watered down with perception, reimagined and reinvigorated with the thickness of time, molded and sculpted with understanding and belief.
But the core of the story has never changed.
They all speak of a girl. A goddess who lived among the stars, an immortal who shaped the world with subtle wishes and wistful dreams.
A human who made mistakes. A girl who was lonely.
Immortality was never one for mere mortals, anyway.
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Count the Stars
Fantasía'Give her immortality. Give me a life worth living. You know how I have waited long enough for it.'
