A Story In 100 Words

In the fairy tales, people go chasing after stardust because of its supposed magical properties. Legends are passed down of heroes anointed with the stuff and of diseases cured. There was one tale that my mother used to tell of a unicorn who had never tasted anything but stardust and you could ride her into magical realms. Stardust is the tears of angels, the remains of miracles.

Maybe there is some stardust in the universe that’s like that, but I have found it’s nothing but radiation and horrific burning. Leastways, it’s the stardust that gave me all these awful scars.

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