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   On a planet that's on the verge of death, each night a piece of it crumbles away into rocks and flies around space. Despite its state it still has one resident there.

Y/N the hedgehog mix.

   You jump from rock to rock of pieces of the planets land to get to the other side. The gravity made you float effortlessly as you slide against a cliff side to get these glowing plants.

   Using your hands you scooped the plants carefully and stuff it in your bag.

   Checking the current of the wind you let yourself go and let the wind push you up from the cliff then back in land.

   You're always used to the weirdness of gravity here. It comes random times where gravity doesn't work like it should... so you be careful when walking so you don't drift off in space.

   Today was just another normal night for you— gathering herbs that are left on the planet to make tea, also for food.

   As the night took over the skies like it always has... time doesn't work here like other planets, the night stays here longer while the day time is shorter.

   It's hard to keep track of the days you've been alone.. which is for a long time.

   You lack memories of your past, your tribe, your family.

   Honestly you doubt you even had family if you've been alone for this long and have no trace of them around.

   The only evidence that you weren't alone is the old crumble huts and stones with carvings of stars and such.

   Walking by what you think is an old temple— you look at the ruins as they have cracks and carvings like the rest... sometimes you gaze at the carvings of what is your tribe, with their hands up to the sky of stars.

   At times you'd look up to, all you hear would be distance whispers that sounds eery...

   Heading back to your home— a giant tree that's the only life form that's been here for years, it has dark bark wood, the leaves either withering in death or more still hanging on by a branch. It's been dying like the rest of the planet but still stands tall. You crawled up the tree to the middle of it where all the branches intact, there your bundle of blankets with some leaves is your bed, random things you found on the planet— a spear, arrows, and a wooden mask. 

   Then your makeshift basket you made to hold all your food supplies and other things.

   You just opened a basket to put the plants you gathered in there, took the ones that are withering and to make tea.

   While you waited for the tea to be done, you look up at the sky in wonder...

   Is there more like you out there?

   Your age? Your kind?... if more evidence of your tribe existences?... you wished all your answers could be answered.

   But no matter how many times you've asked the stars, they only give a silent answer or "You're not ready," and "Not yet".

   It's like relatives— or what you'd think what having a family is like. While you're think about life you see a sudden shooting star, it sparks in the night sky that made you wince as a sharp voice shouts in your ears through your head...

"̷͔̗̈̽̃͗͒͌̀̚D̴͊͗̀̽̾̑̔͒͌̉̔̃͊̚͘͜͝͝a̶̧̡̢̭̞̥̥̭̖͍̖͕͕̺͙̠̥̙͉͂̾͂̈́͌̓̉͛̀͗͊̌̀̂ņ̵̛̬̖͕͉̮̓̊̉͐́̀̀̔͐͆̎̉ģ̶̜̦͎̠͔̲̖͎͇̤̘̗̋̐̓̇͒̂ͅȩ̸̦͓̯̜͎̤͔̲̑̈́̂̄́̌͛̈̊̀̍̿͐̈͠ͅͅr̷̡̨͓̼̥̜͙͉̻̣̭͙̟̻͉̺̳̀̋̆̀̉̒͗̃͒̇̅͒̉͗̈́͋͗̊͑͜!̵̢̰̼̙͔̝̤̩̝̲̟͓̳̪̯͙̙̜̪͉̬͂̈́͗̐̎̅̍ͅ ̵̧̠͉̝̺̃̂͋̉̄̓̏̍͌͘͝Ḑ̶̛̛̲̝̣̥̫̦̳̤̲̈́̍͗͑͋̽͠a̸̡̡̢̬̘̖͙͔̘̤̦͈͖͈̚͠n̷̨̗̲̻̄̾͜g̴̡̢̡͍̥̝̰̞̻͈͎͚͎͑̾͂̇̅̍̆͋͛͌̈́̋͝ͅe̵̙̳̤̣̣̲͌̽̓́̂̿ṟ̸̡̥̥̭͙̯̤͖̿͆͂́̓̍!̴̡̡̻̲͎̠͎̫̖̌̈́̍͆̓̉̌̽̉́̿́̃́͌̚͘͘ ̴̫̣͇̰͔̤͔̋̋̋̈̆͋̇́D̴͇̝͎̝͔̪̱̫̺̰̥͓͎̱̥̃̀͆̾̇͐̿̀ͅA̷̻͗̀̃̔̊̉͌̈͋͜Ǹ̴̬͉̪̯͖͎͚̟̀̀͋̍̏́͊͑̈́͗͊͛̋̚͜͜͜G̸̢̹̜̪̻̻̜̭̟̼͓̪͓͍̟͍͈̖͓̀̄̀̎̀͆́͜͜ͅĘ̸̧̡̛̠̝̹̙̯͚̓͑̿̾̆͒͛̿̃̄̄̃̿̋̐̽̚̚͠͝͝ͅR̸̨̨͓̪̪͈̥͔̺̩͓̞̗̮͖̯͕̲̳̲̍̅͒̌̇̔̄̓̚͜͝͝!̷̙͖̫̩̲͍͖̰̫͈̭̘̂̌̉̒̊͝"̸̧̨͍̦̦͖̫̫̗̜̰̪͍̲͈̠̠̰͈̘̋͋͊̎̀̏̿̎͐͐͛͐͝͠

   After that voice suddenly more voices of the stars start bickering all at once about "Warrior echidna across the galaxy", "help blue hedgehog" and "master emerald"....

   You clutched your ears down with a whine of pain from all the voices getting louder and louder—

"Okay I get it!"

   You yelled out at the sky. The stars all went silent after your yell, finally they've stopped.

   Looking at the night sky one more time, your ears lower down along with your eye lids as this is your life. Always hearing the voices of the stars telling you what's happening, and it gets annoying.

   You perk up at the sound of the stoned pot boiling to the point the tea was bubbling out the cup.

"Mh... I just wanted some tea.."

   You mumbled sadly.

I'm so MAD THAT AMAZON PRIME MADE SONIC MOVIE 2 NOT FREE NO MORE

NOW I GOTTA PIRATE IT

YAWRG MATEY'S

anyways I have stars roles here! Shooting star is like the messenger star who travels across the galaxy to warn and yell out danger. Brighter stars are the guides to lead the one who can hear them to where they need to go...