Sea of Stars

A Nebula, boundlessly swirling with energy, infinitely huge and shining, a mystery that even the keenest eye of their kind had yet to decipher why it hung so tauntingly above the sea. It seemed like such a grand thing to name a child after, perhaps that the parents had hoped their daughter would have the same boundlessly swirling energy and limitless potential, and perhaps had she been someone other than herself, Nebula could have been what her parents hoped. Such is the way of the universe though, very rarely can anyone predict who someone will be, even themself, and instead of swirling energy and mystery, she would more aptly compare herself to the vast and spiraling black void between two stars, dull in herself and often overlooked, unless a backdrop to make the stars themselves glow brighter in comparison, and however useful and unselfish a purpose that could have been considered, she found it perfectly unpleasant, and at times, downright rotten.