This universe is a glitch. Of endless perfections, a universe was created, and series of imperfections was formed. The girl was one of it. She was never asked to be born in any way nor any form. She wanted to stay with million stars. She wanted to play with other celestial children, but she was pulled by mother earth.
She has taught the stars how to dance whilst knitting, her closest friends have died and revived many times, mother earth was created and she was there, never bored in any day for millenniums. She always found something to think about, someone to talk about.
But, she must left now. It hurted her heart and she cried a river. Her tears formed into a new star, scattered around like children in playground. She wails so hard that her mouth came dry. Her eyes were closed, she didn't want to see her friends in the last moment she was there. She didn't want to remember, she wanted to forgot. So she did.
She didn't remember everything when she was born. She was everything she did when she left. Her eyes were closed no one could see her eyes that still held star dusts. She was crying so hard and people around her were smiling yet in hurry. Her mouth wasn't dry anymore, but she kept wailing like she did.
For the first month on her new form, she thinked what she has thought before. Didn't remember what she was, but she was still herself inside. She often thought about her star friends, how was their sewing and their dancing. She couldn't remember who taught them even though it was herself.
She remember how sweet mother earth to her, how she kept telling her stories about wonderful creatures. But she didn't remember how she used to mocked nor amazed her with her creation.
She remembered her first kiss with the moon, how he tasted so sweet and cold. How he smiled when it happened, but she can't remember what he said after that. She just remember the sadness she felt after the word he said.
Slowly she learnt to use her new form. She opened her eyes and she could hear lots of things, she was able to crawl and her old self always trying to reach the window. She could saw her friend out there, waving and saying hi.
She spoke with her old friends before she finally learnt the language of human. Less time was spent with her old friend, except at night, when she kept talking with the moon. She told her about wonderful tales she heard, a lot of them was wrong though, and it was just fun to share with the moon.
When she finally said her first word, she didn't talk to her old friends anymore. Sometime the mother earth sang to her the rythm of stars, she couldn't recall it. Wind chimes was the melody of her hum when the celestial children are sleepy, and asked her for a song. She couldn't remember it, but she enjoyed it.
Moon was the only one that she kept talk to, but it was even getting lesser and lesser. One night, she didn't even speak to him, she was sleeping soundly.
"Happy," it was her first word, by the way.
