Think of a star, it doesn't matter which. It is just a gas that it's continuing burning... and shining brightly. Sadly, it does not have a life. It is just an unknown object. But what if it would be something like a "he" or a "she"?
Try to imagine that one of the stars was a girl, a continuing burning girl, with a long golden fire hair, which was curving from her incredible speed. She wore a large shining dress and no shoes. She was running, faster and faster... running to nowhere. She was a falling star, ready to give her last breath. The star-girl almost finished her race against the time. Suddenly, she began to pale, but continued to run faster. She was now a lighting smoke. The smoke slowly turned into... nothing.
Another star, a boy this time, was sitting on his hog throne and looked trough the Cosmic Space. He felt lonely even if around him were millions of other stars. The closest one was gone now, the wonderful star-girl we had talked about. He has known her since he was just a sparkle. A whole star childhood could mean more than five human lives, but he didn’t think about time often. He was almost immortal… almost... He wanted to follow her, it didn't matter if it was the time or not; he wanted follow. On the other hand, he was afraid. Once he started running he wouldn't be able to stop. The star would turn into a smoke and then into nothing. This was an unhappy fate for such a creature - to be forgotten
He decided to end his days. He was doing this only to be with her, somewhere else, or nowhere. He got up, his throne disappearing. It was his turn to be a fallen one. The star started to walk, then to run. A moment later, he was running so fast that his shoes were burned. He looked to Earth. Once in his life he was able to make an innocent wish come true. Thousands of people could see him. Thousand of wishes were told, but one was stronger than the others - to be loved. He closed his eyes; yes, that was a good wish. He shined more powerful than ever. That wish would come true someday, that was for sure. One of his last missions was done. He continued to run. He was unsure about his action, now irreversible.
Finally, he started to pale too. "I'm coming..." he whispered to himself. He turned into smoke, now being as light as a feather. The boy closed his eyes - the end was near.
And he was gone. No one knew it, but, to be precisely, no one really cared about it. In his place was just a sparkling dust. That was the only thing left behind- dust.
Stars are born and die everyday, even every hour. The Universe is changing constantly. A few people are interested in this.
