The child of the celestial heavens walks alone, in the short time between father's descent and mother's rise . Though the child is lonely without family, he knows that the shine will bring friends long absent, so he shines in a world at dusk: an insignificant glimmering in a world not yet night but no longer day - the glimmer is enough .
Soon the stars wake from their sleep, wake to the sounds of camaraderie . Laughter soon fills the endless sky, and the soft green light of the freshly woken stars slowly shines down on the gathering. Laughter turns to joyous song, a herald of things to come.
The rain comes suddenly, cascading from clouds the color of gun metal. They dance knowing that the very heavens are weeping with joy that they have come together, for what is rain other than the emotion of the divine? Soon the dancing gives way to sleep, just as the night gives way to the dawn.
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