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facetsofbethanIt's dark outside tonight; the sky outside the bar is a velvet jewelbox dotted with treasures.
...Some of which seem to be moving, at a rate totally unknown to Professors Stephen Hawking and Carl Sagan - or even to Sir Patrick Moore (at least, when sober).
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it...
A shooting star?
The sky is falling. And, when it falls, it makes a sound like silk being slowly and carefully ripped apart.
WHOOMPH.
After a pause, the sky sits up in its crater, pulling stars around itself like a woman resettling her skirts. Taking ... shape.
The sky looks up and around itself.
Singularity!
Is!
...Somewhere?
...Some of which seem to be moving, at a rate totally unknown to Professors Stephen Hawking and Carl Sagan - or even to Sir Patrick Moore (at least, when sober).
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it...
A shooting star?
The sky is falling. And, when it falls, it makes a sound like silk being slowly and carefully ripped apart.
WHOOMPH.
After a pause, the sky sits up in its crater, pulling stars around itself like a woman resettling her skirts. Taking ... shape.
The sky looks up and around itself.
Singularity!
Is!
...Somewhere?
