rigel's perspective
oh, but these fields of astro flowers will never be enough.
the copper coated moons will never supply enough moonlight to water these cherry colored sunherbs and lilac starflowers. these wavering salt space grass are too dull. these andromedan coral buds are growing so slowly. this star rose patch looks withered and fake and nothing is ever enough
they all say i'm the best, the brightest the one with the most fire, potential, spark, future, but they don't know that i'm the bluest. a hot electric blue, the type that burns and scorches, but all the same it is a lonely color.
all these other stars, bellatrix, betelgeuse, saiph: they are always competing with me and i'm so tired of being scared of them catching up, all i know is that the other constellations will laugh at me if they surpass me and if that happens i'll explode and turn into a nebula of shattered astro petals and dust.
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the seven brightest süns of orion lost one of their members that day.
because rigel
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