[The scene opens with a shot of a galaxy, with Stola narrating over it.]
Stola: In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.
Stola: Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.
Octavia (Young): *Giggles* Mom, can we go see it someday?
Stola: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.
Octavia (Young): *Yawns* Good night!
[She turns and wiggles and giggles in her bed.]
[Scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stola's face, phenex's face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.]
Octavia: Hey, mom!
[She looks in her kitchen and around the manor, but she isn't there.]
Octavia: Mom? Mom?
[She sees an open foyer door, we hear Stola's voice coming through it.]
Stola: Yes, I know!
[The scene jumps to Stola out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in her other hand. Imps are loading items into a van.]
Stola: It will be there, shortly.
Stola: Of course they're being careful!
Octavia: Mom, what's going on?
Stola: Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions--
[Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks.]
Stola: What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- Yes, Stella!
Stella: *through the phone* --never have to see your fucking face again!
Octavia: Mom?
Stella: *through the phone* Everyone-
[She continues to yell incomprehensibly.]
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
Stola: What? Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend. *turns to the imps loading the car* Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.
Stella: *through the phone* What?! What did you just tell them to do?!
Octavia: But, tonight was supposed to-
Stola: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.
Stella: *through the phone* The fuck do you mean-
[More incomprehensible yelling is heard from Stella's end.]
Stola: Well, how was I supposed to know you can spell?! I've never seen you read!
Stella: *through the phone* I'm going to take everything! Everything you own!
[Out of frustration, Octavia slams the door and yells she rips up the calendar page, angrily topples her telescope over, and grabs a bag with her things and leaves the mansion.]
