Echoes of the Stars

He had stood beneath the celestial canvas, a mere mortal in the vast expanse of the universe, and he had gambled. Stardust had cascaded upon him, a cosmic rain that had bathed his soul, seeped into his very being, and left an indelible mark. It smudged his existence, mingling with his essence until he became a constellation of shattered fragments, a fragment of a forgotten star, where the flickering light of hope surrendered to the weight of cosmic demise, and he, a witness to the tragic symphony of celestial decay, experienced the death of a star reverberating through his bones.

He had sworn that he was done with that cosmic nonsense. Refuses to fall back into that celestial romance bullshit.

Or: Sky is caught up in the wonder that is being in love with Prapai and discovers that not all love is as fragile and ephemeral as a spider's web.