Stars are meaningless.
They do not move. They do not answer prayers. They do not reach out a hand made of light to offer solutions to your problems. They are mere light, and points of it at that, inescapably far away.
But the stories... they mean something.
The heroes of old are among the stars. Our guiding principals are there. Our most terrible fears, and our greatest triumphs. They all live, up there. All it takes is a single tale - just one - and you'll see them to.
So yes, stars mean nothing. Nothing except for the meaning we have given them; meanings so big, and so powerful, that the world could not contain them, and the only thing vast enough was the sky.
So look up.
Look to the stars.
And see our stories painted on the heavens.
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This is a piece in a whole new style!
I've been working on lots of stellar stuff lately, and it's been really inspiring me. And then, one day, I got this idea. It popped into my head one day as some ideas do - no definite source, no divining idea, just the picture, carried on a particle floating through the cosmos, making its sudden home in an artist's mind, and what can the fingers do but follow?
Enjoy <3
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