Just Another Piece of It’s dead light
There was once, on a universe, far away from this one, a little star, a little red star that shined every night and every day, no matter where it blue sun remained. The red star sang, the red star danced, it was a very happy life for this little piece of light, it lived in a universe, full of death and chaos, men cutted their heads off, because of arguments and bad views. People ate too much, women drank too much, children screamed a lot, but still they lived for years and centuries, in their planets for a while.
One day the blue sun exploded, and all the other stars died, the blue sun was sick of human kind, it spoke to his king, but nothing they would fix, the blue sun killed himself, and everyone died in a beautiful transofmration, of light, heat, and love. People stoped screaming, children stoped dreaming, it was quiet everywhere, everyday and everynight.
The red star woke up, it wasn’t in his home anymore, next to the first second moon, infront of a planet color brown and dark blue, the star tought he traveled a lot, he used to do that in his dream world, you dream you are flying, and woke up a full miles away from his old home. The star searched for the sun, searched for the screams, searched for the cutted heads and human tools. Everything was black, no star, no sun, no planet, not even dust. The star survived an holocaust, he was alone now, crying but kept shinning his red light up.
It tought the blue sun was still alive, it was all a joke, everyone was still alive, he traveled millions miles, but found no live. Suddenly the star found alone, alone in the middle of the pitch black universe far away from love. There wasn’t a reason to live for the star, there wasn’t anyone to talk, there wasn’t anyone to love, the star dropped it last red tear, and decided to end his life, right after a last dream.
The little star exploded, a big red light came out from him, any other star could see that light million miles away from where it really was. It was beautiful, a really big bing bang, it lasted three seconds tought, the star dissapeared, leaving a lot of dust, blood, and light, and a little ball, hot and red like he was. It started to spin around, it was like a beautiful red dance, more little balls then came, formed different colors, and beautiful tastes. A song started to emerge, out of nowhere, a new universe was built from a dead red star then.
awwwwww poor little red star