She was born from a dying star, the oldest star in the universe that didn't want to die so it created a being so beautiful that the other stars looked dim compared to her. She wasn't stuck up like some stars were, she was kind to all and listened to all their problems then tried to help in the best way she could think of. When the stars were upset, she would sing to calm them down, she was happy floating there in space. Though one day she fell from the heavens and crashed down to earth, she shed her glowing form and took on that of a human. The mortals could not see her celestial glow if they looked right at her but if they looked from the corner of their eye, they could see a faint shine surrounding her. She traveled the planet, filled with curiosity, mortal men who saw her always tried to woo her with gifts which she kindly rejected, the women saw her as a goddess that would bless them if they treated her the best they could. She would give all the gifts back and say, "Beautiful child, you needn't praise a being like myself, I am merely a fallen star. Though I can tell you what the stars whisper to me, the stories I've heard from the traveling shooting stars." She would then tell the story of how she was born then fell to Earth, she never got tired of telling the story to everyone she met. She got more and more homesick as the centuries passed by, her shine dimmed and her followers surely noticed when the jewel that was embedded in the statue they built of her became dull. They would summon her and try to comfort her, asking to hear the stories of the stars again and again, they would bring their children and allow her to hold them. She caressed the faces of the mortal infants and wished that they led a happy life before assigning a star to watch over the child. She slowly realized that she would be on the planet for eternity, she never got too attached to any of the humans she met because she outlived them all though she still mourned their deaths. She lived in the first temple that was built for her, people slowly stopped coming until she was forgotten by all and believed to be a myth. She lived in solitude, her glow barely there at all anymore, as the mortals laughed at her existence and brushed away the stories their elders told. She would come out of the temple every so often and visit the nearby towns where humans would stare at her for the way she dressed. Among everyone she looked out of place, too elegantly dressed and pale compared to the mortals even though it was regular for celestial beings. One day when she was walking through a town, a small boy raced up to her and stared, but he stared in disbelief. "May I help you sweet child?" she asked as she kneeled down. "The Empress, the one who can hear what the stars whisper," the boy said. Her glow slowly returned, "That is me, you are the first in centuries to believe," she said to the child. "I knew you were real, my sister did too!" he said. A tear fell from her eye as her glow shone bright and strong, "Thank you," she said and hugged the boy before showing him and his sister where her temple was. They visited whenever they could and showed more and more people the temple. She lived happily for the rest of her life, knowing there would always be at least one believer.
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