He waited for the star to fall. Which one was it to fall next? Maybe it is that blue one that he can see only from the corner of his eye. What's that smell? He turns his head around... The stink of treason, cunning, betrayal. He had almost learnt to stop anticipating it. Seeing shadows and ghosts at every turn, at every step. He turned and took a step. And fell. And fell...
He was rising. Fast. Faster... Everything was a blur. All the stars. Except one. It was blue.
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