it had been a good 45 years since your Conjunx Knockout had been killed, along with your sparkling, Nightburst. everynight, you would talk to the stars hoping that maybe they could hear you. but today, you would get a chance to see them- hopefully. today was one of the long traditions from Cybertron; a day where every Cybertronian had the chance to see their dead friends or family. you figured Knockout and Nightburst wouldnt show, considering you weren’t participating this year in the tradition. as you were lounging on a field of grass looking up at the stars, you felt a presence beside you. looking to your side, you saw Knockout offer his servo down to you. he was ghostlike, of course, but real enough to touch “my love- arent you going to join me?”