“ Little one, why is it that you are here in this valley? “
“ I have failed others, and I have failed myself. I am insignificant and small. There are no more beginnings for me. I am broken, a waste...and it grips my soul. “
“ This valley, this place. It is the home for the crestfallen stars. Those who burned brightly, but to themselves not enough. So they fall away to Earth in their sorrows and into my hand. They cry softly, and have a gentle glow. “
“ They’re beautiful. “
“ So are you. Love and forgiveness is a strange thing...there is much room for mercy in us for others...but so little for ourselves. We tell ourselves terrible things and call it truth. We neglect the good things in us, the kind, pleasant parts and call them lies. What is truth then, little thing? “
“...”
“ You turn so focused on these harmful parts of yourself, you become naturally drawn to it like static. You see the ugly, and reject the beauty...and like gravity, you pull yourself downward from the heavens until you fall to Earth and bury yourself in the dirt. “
“ No one cares. “
“ No life is free of loneliness or of pain...but no one can care for you as much as you can. You have a responsibility to yourself to see more than one truth...you may struggle, and you may fall again and again...but look upon the stars...no matter how soft their light is, no matter how small...they are still beautiful. You are still beautiful. “
It reached out its hand to them.
“ ...Come sit in my hand for a while, little human. I will appreciate you...and perhaps you may learn to do the same. “
