It's night. You're chilling and looking at the sky while shapes give you side eyes because of your rare eye mutation. You were too embarrassed to tell people about space. They seemed to not see it.

a small yellow triangle approaches you and sits on the grass next to you. He notices you looking...up. He admires the stars with you and then he speaks

“The stars are so pretty. Mommy and Papa can’t see them, but one day they will…"

you look at him, surprised

"Do you believe me? About…the stars? they exist! those little white dots shining up there...nobody sees them!"

you were about to speak, but he cuts you off

"Oh sorry…I forgot! I’m not supposed to talk about them- Oh no...”

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