Some suns are destined to crack, and when they should shatter...stars fall. Warmth and light sputter in agony from these tortured fragments which line the universe's horizons, and the hums of their unconscious congregation bleed out into the cold darkness.

The lesser gods are sympathetic in nature, and often are they drawn to these hums. Eerily similar are the echoes of the broken human heart to these astral orphaned fragments, which begs one to ask if they may have a light of their own somewhere deep inside.

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