Nebulosa
pleiades
“The stars are supposed to be up there.”
His eyes aren’t focused on the sky, nor the clouds, nor the stars, but on the above. “What are you talking about?”
“They’re dying.” She doesn’t know how to articulate the feeling. “The stars, I mean. They’re fading.” Her ribcage feels smaller. “I can’t see them.”
His eyes are squinted now, every nerve and vessel concentrating on the night. “They’re right there, Marla. Right where they’ve always been.” He pinches the grass. “They’re just stars. Stars fade, I guess.” Her retina burns from longing over ursa mayor. She knew stars didn’t fade, they were simply shadowed and there, slowly decomposing and bursting and forming.
“Just like us.”
His eyes aren’t focused on the sky, nor the clouds, nor the stars, but on the above. “What are you talking about?”
“They’re dying.” She doesn’t know how to articulate the feeling. “The stars, I mean. They’re fading.” Her ribcage feels smaller. “I can’t see them.”
His eyes are squinted now, every nerve and vessel concentrating on the night. “They’re right there, Marla. Right where they’ve always been.” He pinches the grass. “They’re just stars. Stars fade, I guess.” Her retina burns from longing over ursa mayor. She knew stars didn’t fade, they were simply shadowed and there, slowly decomposing and bursting and forming.
“Just like us.”