While we’re dense and bright on our own, we’re part of a collective. Other heavenly bodies keep us from feeling alone; we keep them from falling apart.
However, our closeness doesn’t imply our homogeneity.
Some of us are teeming with towering mountains and fiery seas. Others are freezing with skies that would burn skins to a crisp.
We each move at different speeds. The light we give and receive is not equal.
Yet, our variety completes and forwards us.
Together, we’re a working system that made the possible from nothing. Our close proximity to each other has made stories, lifetimes, and civilizations sprung.
But being dying stars, we’re heading to nowhere but collapse. Such is the beauty of raging and burning against our inevitable destruction.