Stars...

(//a/n: Bestie said she would like to read about stars sooo,,, I obliged: here you go, a starry story.)

(//a/n: Image credits to their respective owner, I do not own this image.)

Stars are gas balls, literally, they light up our nights and they look beautiful. Many wonder about stars and compliment them blindly; little do they know what stars are made of.

Stars are gasballs, but the gas came from somewhere too. Seen as useless, or even toxic, each of the volatile components were disposed of, excluded from their original surroundings, the familiar place fading away from their sight as they are banished from their birth planet. They see fear, they feel it too, they believe they're not good enough. They see others just like them, or slightly different, that struggle around an endless, seemingly empty to them, cosmos. There's nothing to go back to and nothing to look forward to, just stealth of time and space.

Slowly, they drift further into nothingness and see a Core, and The Core becomes their dream. Traveling in hardship, as the space is still, they find power in their purpose, and The Core slightly tugs them closer. The tug becomes a pull and the pull would be a trap, if Gas wanted to leave, but every Gas is attracted to The Core, likewise asteroids and other broken bits.

They're all family, Gas meets Gas and Asteroid meets Rock, and Stardust binds them all together in a ball around the Core. Common purpose, common dream. The feeling of belonging even if it is to burn together like an unwanted pile of spatial waste.

Ignition, as they combust their pains, and shine brighter than ever with their sorrow as fuel. They create photons to give the world their light, light that they could not give alone, but now, The Core has brought them near and the proximity gave them a new flame. They reduce their hurtful pasts by binding themselves together and shimmering above all else, beautifully exploiting it to gift themselves to the universe that rejected them.

Toxic, useless and disposable were they at first, but that all is of the past. Little beings now pray to them and place their fortune in their hands, guiding themselves by them. Little Being sings their glory and their beauty, but for Gas, it is belated.

Mighty has he risen, against the pain he took, but now he's out of fuel. Fading slowly, he consumed The Core. Not only his own sufferance, but his dream was grinded into nothing but light too.

Light fades, stars die.

Losing the light and the inspiration, losing his map that took him home, and forgetting. Little Being forgets the cycle. Little Being might become a star.