The voices of the stars gave him no rest
a constant chatter, like aunts giving unsolicited advice about the priest’s life, newly freed.
["Going on a silence strike now?"]
A large pink star in the sky smoked asteroid particles, blowing a solar storm.
["If you’re not content, just get inspired!"]
A blue, glowing face — twin stars danced in the empty sky, filling his head.
["Still searching for that corpse who left you to die?"]
Contempt came from a distant trio of green stars, disgusted.
Cosmic wind interfered with the invasive communication during his prayer.
["Khaaeris, it’s been six months already."]
The connection was cut off by him, as he stared at his own reflection in the lagoon.
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My tears dry on their own, alone
So look into my eyes
Tell me if you see the emptiness left by lost love