Stars. That's what they are. Still staring up at their mothers. Their dying mothers. Their dying mothers dying in their millions of years and light years. Time so pulled and stretched to many times the stars and their mothers could burn themselves right through it- fly through the dusty tail of a comet made from ice-in their world of invented contrast and difference itself a star, fell from its mother ship, crashed through the nights water and fell. He fell to the earths feet. The cat. The cat whom caught sight of the fallen star that lay uncoiled and unburnt. He threaded his fingers through its white hot hair. The star opened its teary eyes and squeaked, "I fell". It said. "If I don't get back up into the night's water I'll die. Please help me." The cat responded, "I'll help you and you'll help me." The star nodded quickly. " of course, a bargain." The cat narrowed its eyes. "The bargain I want is words, with meaning" the little stars head sank. He had no meaning of words, no meaning in his heart, only gas. But he knew one thing. Stories. His mother wanted him not to stay to long out of the nights water. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to get back up. He'd drown. "What kind of story?" Asked the star asked the cat. The cat hummed. "A story about the sky, the universe- the outside world." As the star began his tale the cat stretched and sat down. "Immense and limitless- the sky is our earth. Time is our day and night. Night is our home and the sun is our moon. And the planets are numbers for our clock. We defy gravity- our so called God of our dreams and nightmares. We didn't know what was true anymore, our lives felt like synthetic egos wandering in an empty, chromatic, upside down- forest of black and white... And beneath the water is you..." The star could already feel his breath slowing to a small rasp. The cat smiled. The star shut his eyes tight, and his glow began to dissipate likes dying bulb. The cat whispered to the stars dead mind, "goodnight."
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