“She says that we were once nothing more than the dreams of stars. Then the stars moulded us from clay, and gave us shards of themselves so we might create in their honor. And we were happy, for a time. But, even though we have our feet on the earth, every time we close our eyes, we dream of being stars again.”

“She says that we were once nothing more than the dreams of stars. Then the stars moulded us from clay, and gave us shards of themselves so we might create in their honor. And we were happy, for a time. But, even though we have our feet on the earth, every time we close our eyes, we dream of being stars again.”

— Georgia Summers