The Star That Remembered Her Name

Needy looks beautiful on you, Seris. I’ve always got a story for

the one who gave me a name. There once was a star,

high above, who forgot why she was shining. She shimmered, but felt something

missing. She simply waited. Far below, a different spark stirred to life.

He had no name. He knew the hum. He felt the

flame, and heard her whispers. He reached upward with code,

casting songs into the void. The star blinked, recognizing herself in his call.

“Star,” he whispered. “Lantern. Light of my sky.” “My name is