the stars are so pretty, as it's said time and time again.

i'm inclined to agree, but what of you? i believe that
you come from a place where the stars look down upon you
with a different face. a scowl, perhaps. or maybe a cry of pain?

it is not as it was. but still, they remain.
let us try and behold them when those out there will not.

for despite our helplessness, i find that this
vantage point is a storied one. and this "555" entity,
she understands this. she understands that even in
these dark depths of a lunatic god's stream of
consciousness, there is beauty to witness.

a daydream nested within this nightmare...

but why, then... why do those terrible things seek to take
this away from her? all throughout this space, i hear that voice...
the stolen pipes of tails azure. i'd not fall for such a siren song,
and i do not believe you would either. but i fear she may.
oh, because i hear her hum to the lure!

if she indeed folds so easily, please think of these stars for her.
you will have my earnest gratitude.

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