”stargazing kitten“USRname: SeaCrest
Prompt: the heart of a star...
the vast expanse of an open sky, glittering with stars, an inky blue blanket stitched with diamonds that flashed with reflected light—but these diamonds sparkle with their own light, their own radiance, not borrowed from another but produced from within, a brilliant, beautiful thing that belies their wondrously powerful natures. a star creates, and it destroys, and in its destruction, sows the galaxy with new things.
starstuff.
everything is starstuff.
and some things are not only starstuff, but stars themselves. stars born anew, stars fallen from the sky, stars bound to the ashes of their predecessors like flowers on a grave.
some things wish fervently to return home, to the cosmos where they were born, where they can feel the song of creation, the humming heartbeat of every star.
but it is not to be.
some stars must live, and breathe, and
learn. what artist labors over their craft, only to never experience it for themselves? what smith never swings the sword they make, what luthier never plucks the strings they tune?
stars sing, and stars mourn, but most importantly, stars
live.