I reach toward the dark, where stories shimmer just beyond knowing…

  Somewhere between shadow and glow, I’m learning the language of the sky…

  In the hush between stars, I feel the pulse of something waiting to be found…

  I stand in the space between… where everything begins… and nothing ends.

  Beneath these words, a girl’s face flickers into clarity. Only part of her shows, just below the eyes is half a pale face framed by brown curls. The girl, Isla, speaks this poem.

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  Then she fades.

  The world bends around another shape now.

  The silhouette of Joren seated atop a low grassy hill, his knees are drawn to his chest, arms propping him up.

  The sky above is impossibly vast, yet this young stargazer knows all the constellations above.

  He doesn’t know it yet, but those stars will be more a part of him than he realizes.

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