“I hope no one notices that missing star.”
“Among those uncounted lights, who would cry over a single dot?”
“Perhaps a child with a small window, not even a window, a hole he looks out of at night, a secret portal to heaven that showed only the light of that one star.”
“That’s not how the sky works, you know? The earth rotates, the stars move with the seasons.”
“Still, I think the star will be missed, or should be missed. There’s something beautiful and precious about light in the darkness, even if it is common, the darkness is moreso.”
“But stars have to die, and all the suns of all the heavens will fad. Darkness will win.”
“But it shouldn’t.”
“No, it really shouldn’t. You’re right.”
“Will anyone know but us?”
“A few might notice, but time will forget it all.”
“I won’t.”
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