[ Fling Posse: Stella Fanfiction ] Somewhere, a ｓｔａｒ shoots across the sky. It followed the edge of the evening, as if being pulled. A [king], on a planet of a burnt sword, A [bandit], on a planet where crystals glisten on the left, and sands flow on the right, And a [scientist], on a planet that had forgotten to shine in a corner, All look up at the same shooting star. The ship carrying a fragment of this ｓｔｏｒｙ Weaved in between the twinkling of the stars and flew away.