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[Astrophel]

As the days and months (even years now) pass by, he begins to forget what the world above him was like. A world that Astrophel tried so much not to forget. However, it’s hard to hold onto the memories. They are fading faster than he thought. A memory he truly wishes to never let slip away, but they do, disregarding every effort he puts in to remember his home. It was a home he thought he could never be torn from—the very stars itself. There was tranquility there despite the all the darkness that surrounded him. It was within the darkness that he had become one with the celestial beings. He had become part of something greater than himself, and just being connected with them all was enough for him. But he does not feel them anymore. He cannot feel their presence, no longer the warm cosmic essence that filled his heart. It aches so much, black and hollowed. Some days are easier than others, and some are hard. He longs for the embrace of the stars. To be wrapped up and be one with them again—he would do anything. Astrophel often questions if he is here for a reason. A purpose that he was brought her to fulfill, but he does not find himself motivated to truly seek it out. He finds himself sulking more than anything. This earthly world was never his home even if he had been created and shaped into the very elements of this world. He moves across the familiar grassland. The long blades of grass gently brush against his underbelly. His bright blue eyes search across the meadow. Everything remains in their familiar places—nothing ever truly changes here except for the occasional new face. It seems today a new face does find its way to the meadow. She was colorful—this new face in the meadow—a buttercup yellow. Astrophel had seen colorful horses before her, but hers was different. It reminded him of a star in the far off distance just like the many stars above that brightly lit the black night sky. The star boy makes his way to her, hooves finding their way easily on the familiar pathways of the meadow. “Hello,” he greets warmly. Astrophel drops his head at the level of the other mare, blue eyes watching and examining her. “Why so glum today?” He cannot help but ask. Astrophel never liked anyone to be so glum—even if he was glum himself he rather make another person happy.

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@[Lell]