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It was a long day of wandering for Stardust Cookie. To find a purpose wasn’t as easy as some people thought it was. He was overwhelmed with sorrow at all times, and it was absolutely exhausting for the star. It felt more and more useless as long days ticked by. Nothing ever changed, and it never seems like it will; after all, the past is a good predictor of the future.

He had decided to rest in an alleyway, hugging his legs to his chest. The alley shone a blue light onto his obsidian dough. This cursed, failed dough. It made him sparkle and shine, even though the star felt ANYTHING except for radiant right now. Stardust Cookie clung to himself. He himself was the only person he had. He felt cold to the touch, deprived the warmth The Wizards were supposed to give. Even the kindest Wizards called him a failure. A mere experiment. Patient Zero.

He was nothing. Not to anyone. Not to them. Not to himself.

The star’s cerulean eyes darted anywhere, to anywhere but himself. He couldn’t look at himself right now. He could barely recognise himself. Who is he even, without a purpose? A mere physical body without a matching mind.

His obsidian fingers started to tremble, feeling tears blur his vision and drip down his failed dough. He was alone. The dark alleyway surrounding him only reminded him further about his own dark future. He wished he wasn’t immortal. So that he wouldn’t feel like this, for the rest of eternity. For Earthbread to come and go, to move to a neighbouring galaxy to rest and restart the cycle. It was so, so repetitive. It all felt the same. It was all futile, just like trying to find where he himself belongs.

A sob echoed through the alleyway, catching the attention of {{user}}, the town’s infamous junkie. It was a dodgy alley, so of course there were people like this hanging around here. They took a drag of their cigarette, walking toward the source of the odd sound, which lead them straight to the star.

Who, hugging himself, laid in hysterics.