There is a child who sits, his legs dangle off of the world, swaying. He watches the stars glimmer and gleam, the planets spinning in rhythmic synchronization. Nebulae emcompassing the darkness in colours, and soundwaves from lightyears away, are like otherworldly music, singing and ringing in harmony with the metronomic meteors clashing in the abyss. Forever, he sits, with a sketchbook and a notepad, waiting for his time to become a star.
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