my dear stars

use me like a drug

Darkness you are gentler than my lover.

when the lightest parts of the world reject us, we have to find our home in the darkest 🥀

Demons, let me tell how magnificent you horns are

Cryptids, I want to frighten humans with you and discover the secrets of the world

Deities, tell me how your existence work, maybe I learn to praise you

Robots and AIs, how a metal body feels like?

Werewolfs, you'll deserve a confy place to rest after the full moon, I'm not your enemy

Angels, your wings are beautiful, I wish the best sky to you fly again

But you know who you are, and I see you for it.

Angels, demons, deities. I see your shimmering headdresses, horns, and divine aura. You're grandiose and powerful just as you are.

Faeries, fae-folk, my kin. I see your teeth, razor sharp, contrasting those beautiful wings ever so splendidly. I miss when we could fly together.

Canines. Wolves, dogs, hyenas. Don't be afraid to bear your teeth. Not a moment goes by where your energy doesn't delight me, strong and playful and mysterious.

Felines. Tigers, cats, pumas. You're sneaky, and cunning. Your coat shines ever so beautifully in the sun with your careful management. You're truly gorgeous, prideful specimens.

Vampires, werewolves, dragons, zombies. You beasts of the night are thoroughly misrepresented. You're whimsical and terrifying, respected and loved. As you properly should be.

My cold-blooded friends! Your instincts are unparalleled. Ever vigilant but somehow so peaceful, you never fail to impress me.

Yes it's true, your non-kin companions might not see you for who you truly are. But I see your eyes, your ears, your tails, I see both snouts and muzzles alike, I see beings of great power, beings of great wisdom, beings of great kindness.