Have you ever seen a falling star, dear reader? They're quite pretty. A sign of movement across a vast emptiness only felt by those who dare to seek it.
Do you ever think of all the places they see? All the planets they've visited. The many other stars that have been passed with gracefully swift hellos and goodbyes.
Do you ever think of where they came from? It's usually not important, at least not to the stars. They may not know where they're from, where they're going, or even why. All they know is what the vast universe looks like, and how grand it really is. Even then they'll never see it all.
Do you ever think of how a star falls? Gracefully perhaps? Piercing the atmosphere like a sewing needle to a delicately crafted embroidery.
On the underside, what does a star pass? does it pass forests with talking trees? Oceans with orange luminescence? Towering mountains that pierce the heavens themselves? Fountains that sparkle like a spring dream. Castles that watch over small villages, acting as a strong force over which it lies.
Does a star land on delicate grass? Does it land peacefully on a flower bed of roses, begonias, tulips, and daffodils? Does a butterfly land on it's soft head, welcoming it with fluttering kisses that say welcome home?
Or does it, perhaps... CRASH!
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Kirby's Adventures in Dream Land
FanfictionA bright star crashes down onto Popstar's surface in the small country of Dream Land. The pink puff, Kirby sets out on their first adventures, as they triumph over monstrous obstacles with their famous copy ability, make new friends, and uncover gov...
