The Stars Hold Stories
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Constellation Story:Your Story Ends truly loved the stars. They were mysterious and constant, when so few things were. He had thought on it a great deal, and thought they must be related to the sun, but so small their heat could not be felt, or else... but they felt friendly, and he'd always been comforted by lying back and recounting their shapes and patterns.
There were two large ones that seemed to dwarf the others around them. If there were stars at all next to them. There must be, but instead it looked like the larger stars were hiding something, swallowed up by the darkness. Of all the stars, he did not think these ones had a happy story, but it was the one that weighed on his mind most heavily as of late.
"The Eyes in the Dark," Storyend said. He tightened his lips, and then said, "There was a kin who had an easy life, and only had good dreams which he always remembered. In his dreams, he solved mysteries and went on grand adventures. His friends were by his side, his family in good health. But slowly, the dreams started to become worse and worse. He couldn't solve anything. He lost everyone that was dear to him. While he was awake, his life was still good and easy. When he slept, all that waited for him was misery, and it was making him tired and stressed although he should have had nothing in his life to worry over."
Storyend continued:
"One night between sleep and waking, before his nightmares for the night began, something appeared to him in the darkness. All he could see was the creature's glowing eyes. But it spoke, and told him that if it did him favors while he dreamed, then his good dreams would come back, although he would not remember them as before. The tasks that the eyes gave him seemed harmless, and he wanted to rest peacefully again and resolve what had troubled him. So he resolved to do as the eyes asked him.
When he woke, he could not remember the bargain he had struck, or his dreams from the night before, but he began to feel refreshed and well-rested.
Although he could not remember, it was as the Eyes had promised. Every night he completed its requests, and every night his dreams improved.
But in the waking world, he began to lose what he held most dear. Because he could not remember the bargain, or his dreams, he could not connect the two, and things continued in this way until his dreams were even better than they had been before, but in the waking world, he was a stranger and he had no home.
Alone, hungry, and with a wretched and pitiful life, he looked up into the night sky and saw the Eyes, and remembered his trade. Although it was too late, he was not left with nothing, for it had still been a trade. The world of dreams was all that had left."
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