A Failed Star, Lost in the Boundless Night

They failed to Shine

They fell from the Heavens.

    It was inevitable, they kept falling deeper, rapidly approaching closer to the desolate void. They feel lonely, and scared. After all, what's their fault? They were created to be something, and they were a failed experiment. It had to be them.

It seems to just never end, or is that just too good for them? Could it be considered a reward, rather than a punishment? Maybe eternal doom was their punishment? But they never did anything to cross the higher-ups, they just happen to exist.

   Oh, right. They are a failed God. They failed to ascend and achieve to the higher dimension, they were the rejected subject, a mere demonstration to become what they should've. They were only practice to create the better version of them. It has to be done, but why does it have to be them? Why couldn't they just be soulless, or non-sentient?

This isn't fair, right? Where will they seek shelter? They were just brought into existence, and now they are sentenced to their own prison. They haven't learned how to communicate, if they did, will they be given sympathy? Gods are cruel.

First-person POV

   I'm scared, where have they thrown me into? I don't know who I am, where I am, nor the purpose of my existence. I feel.. cold. The darkness slowly shrouds me, almost as if feeling a mother's warm hug. It is tempting to succumb to this lonely comfort, give in to this artificial feeling of warmth when it's just the mind consoling what's left inside this hollow vessel.

I wonder when will I reach to my designated destination. Perhaps I could have another purpose, and serve my Creator with my capabilities enough to satisfy them--- if I'm able to.

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...I'm really tired.

   I see light, albeit blinding and obnoxious to my unreadied eyes. But it gave me hope for the future, the endless adventures and journey along with it. Was I actually sent to a place to rest? I was only used as a guinea pig, I've fulfilled my purpose so this should be my gift, right?

This is.. No, I feel bounded with my movement, I have to repeatedly continue a motion of inhaling and exhaling, I feel the need to whine and reach for someone, I can't openly express my needs other than spilling water from my vision, I feel extreme unfiltered emotion as if I'm a beginner. Have I been... cursed to become a human?

To be involved with mankind, one of my Creator's many creations. What awaits me there? Or rather, here? Where should I be located now? I'm starting to feel a little fuzzy, and it seems I can't form thoughts properly, my memory isn't usually this terrible either. I feel unwell, have I been given a physical form? Is this a blessing for me or have they given up on me? I'm uncomfortable with everything, this is quite new to me.

Who.. am I?