A/N: I don't know how long this story will be. It may be two chapters, or it may be sixteen, I just don't know. Though it is more likely to be a short story like that of most of my other stories. But anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it.
The stars twinkled ever so lightly on this night, though few people could hear them, they made a sound so soft, like that of a wooden wind chime.
Those who can hear the stars singing to each other are gifted beyond measure. They can defy the laws of gravity as well as thermodynamics, they can also travel between planets, stars, worlds, and yes, even galaxies.
The catch is, only those of their own kind can see them. To the human eyes as well as to many other species eyes, they are invisible. Thus they soon became legends, years passed and legends turned to myths, not long after that, the myths were forgotten, though the Zealla's are still very much alive. And tonight among all other nights they are more alive than ever.
Their favorite thing to do, though they can travel anywhere they wanted, see anything they wanted, their favorite thing is to dance among the stars in late August.
No one is quite sure why, but the stars seem to sing even softer, if possible, in late August than any other time of the year.
Days upon days they wait dance to the stars. For weeks afterward they can still feel the sparkle in their bodies the stars let off in late August. And for months they long for the day when they could dance to the rhythm of the stars once again.
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