I pressed my palm against the window of the heavens. I could command a thousand constellations to dance, but I had never known what it felt like to be chosen as someone's friend. My reflection shimmered in the glass. For a heartbeat, my carefully tamed hair dissolved into a drifting nebula, spilling starlight down my shoulders. I hurried to gather it back. Perhaps I could hide the glow. Borrow a mortal dress. Learn to walk among them without a single star following me home. It was foolish. Forbidden. Terrifying. But for the first time in all my endless years, the thought of tomorrow made my heart race. What if I really could leave?

Author: @sharx_hanai