Your body hurts. All over, every inch, every possible limb, aches like the sun's burning warmth. You weren't sure what was attached anymore. You needed to be clean, you needed to get up, you needed to save yourself. It feels like you just fell from the sky.

All you know is that you're hurt, you don't know where you are, who you are, what you are, and your eyes are stubbornly closed to the brightness of the world.

Something in you, a guiding star, says that there is someone nearby. Someone is hovering nearby, looking at you. You're not sure how you know, just that you do. You're absolutely sure. You force your eyes open.

An ethereal, divine, porcelain mask greets you. Something about the blue-tinted glass adorned with golden accents and what looks like 7 golden blades radiate from the sides like sun rays... something about it was unusual.

The creature tilts its head. This was something divine, if your mind could remember properly. Something that someone like you shouldn't be near. You don't even know what you are, why you are unworthy of being near this creature. Though there is a connection within it. Gravity pulled the two of you together, and although you know you don't have a mask like this creature, you are somehow kin.

Are you a fallen star?

The creature's voice is cautious and probing. Hopeful, even; it seems they feel the same gravitational pull that you do. They push forward with the curiosity of a desperate soul, their long curly hair bouncing around their shoulders as they do. The whites of their divine robes and the golden accents contrast their dark skin perfectly. You're sure that nothing will ever bring you to the level of this creature.

But that word. Fallen star... it does sound right. Close to right. Celestia calls you, reminds you that you are a star. You were a star. But... fallen..?