I don't know if you're still here reading what I say to you.....

......but it makes me feel less lonely to talk anyway.

Even if no one's listening.

....

I don't like being alone.

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Maybe you aren't responding because I have only been talking about myself.

Sorry about that.

How rude of me.

What's your favorite color?

What's the weather like where we are?

I don't get to see the sky much.

In fact I don't remember the last time I saw it.

What does it look like?

Is it colorful?

I've heard that it's blue.

And pink and yellow and orange and purple and violet and black and.....

.....well...

Beautiful.

Is it true that it hurts to look at the Sun?

The Sun is only a star, so how does it hurt to look at it?

It doesn't hurt to look at your stars.

To be fair, my world is dim.

All black and white, with some orange from your stars.

Have I mentioned how much I like them?

Sorry, I don't mean to repeat myself.

I just want to show you my appreciation for you allowing me to borrow your stars for a little while.

I haven't heard them say anything in a while, but another one appeared not too long ago.

I tried to talk to it, but I don't know if it heard me.

Or maybe it was sleeping.

Do your stars sleep?

I don't.

Do you sleep?

You can always talk to me if you're bored.

I don't want to take up anymore of your valuable time.....

.......so I'll wait here for you to get back. ：］