The stars were watchful eyes from the heavens, looking down upon the world with the experience of a thousand ages. Each speck was a story, each ray of light a teller. The light fell upon the world and told a tale of war and strife, life and death. They lit the skies with a fiery brilliance that was lost to the distant void leaving only sparks and embers. The man looked up at these eyes and vied for their knowledge and views, their experience and protection. But stars are impartial in the matters of others. Impartial but always there. Watching.
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