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Starlight Drifters
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Ongoing, First published May 04, 2023
The moon hung high in the night sky. A huge white orb in a sea of speckled blackness. Still. Silent. Awe-inspiring. It conjures wonder in the eyes that spot it; a constant reminder of a dream. 

A hand reaches up to the sky, forming a silhouette against the moon's pearlescent radiant glow, "One day, I will become famous." 

Another voice calls out to the moon, "Am I able to reach my dreams?"

Each night countless voices reach the moon, yearning or doubtful. Little do the dreamers know, the moon listens to them all, whispering back, "I'll help you find your dream." So the moon throws stars across the night sky. In hopes to help these wayward dreamers to never stop pursuing their dreams; throwing a star to ignite their hearts so that the flame of their hope continues to burn on.
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