“I AM... LIKE A CONSTELLATION,” he said.
A being, made of up of so many smaller pieces. Pieces that were supposed to connect into the shape of an image inside her head, but this voice was broken.
“ONLY A FEW STARS YET BURN. I REMEMBER THE NEAREST ONES. THOSE GONE DARK, BUT CLOSE BY. FURTHER OUT... NOTHING.”
She wondered what sort of god these lost stars had once formed. She wondered if it was possible to add new stars to a constellation and have it remain the same as it once was. Would they even want to? Or could they build him into a new image?
Deep down, she knew, it was impossible to rebuild the same constellation with different stars. There would always be an obvious change. All they could do, was add the new stars in, and hope the image created was better than the last.
