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Birth

-...

-It is pretty late, isn't it?

-I know.

-...

-Have I ever told you how stars are born?

-Um.. No, why?

-Would you like to listen then?

-Sure, i guess..

-At first, there is nothing.

-Nothing?

-Well, something accually. A dust. A messy cloud of dust at first.

-Why are you even telling me that?

-In order for star to become, it shall break.

Be torn apart to small pieces.

It shall burn and collapse under the gravity.

-And then?

-Then you know it was born.

-That's stupid.

-You see, 

In order to make something out of nothing, a spark is needed, 

a moment of movement, 

tiniest one is enough to set everything on fire.

And then, it will be a chaos.

And so, let it be.

-Why it has to be that way?

-The creation is not pretty. It is not supposed to be. But oh how it is important.

-This all seems so useless.

-Is it, really?

Everything in this universe started because of frinction of force.

One expiosion,

Dwo chemical elements...

-...And three words?..

-Which ones you mean?

-"I love you."

"I Hate you."

"Never come back."

-You are part of this universe, sweetheart.

You are made of stardust and love,

Stars and love is all within you,

Is's you.

-So...what you are trying to say is..?

-I don't think this is your end,

not yet.

Definitely not like that.

Go and thrive in chaos, 

I strongly believe this is your birth.