When the moon sets behind the mountains, his fire finally dies. He lies on the ground besides the glowing embers and looks at the stars blinking at him in the night sky. The breeze blows warm air into his face and he relaxes, thinking this is a better place to sleep than the softest bed in his father’s palace.
The long line of a shooting star splits the sky in two. He watches as it flies over and disappears behind the trees. Then there’s another shooting star, and another. He suddenly sits up as the whole night sky transforms into a frighteningly magnificent scene. Thousands and thousands of stars, all of them, are falling.
He watches in awe as the world is showered by falling stars. When the last one falls, he looks at the ground. The stars are already dying out. A minute later, everything is dark. The only light comes from a few embers that still burn red.
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