I've lived for a long time
 
a very long time.
 
 
 
I don't even remember
 
how I came to be.
 
 
 
But I remember that
 
at the very beginning
 
there were stars.
 
 
So many stars...
 
 
 
And then I ended up here,
 
fulfilling my purpose.
 
 
 
I remember my Lightners:
 
the mother, the father, the son,
 
and the human.
 
 
 
They looked at me
 
and I looked at them,
 
etching every detail
 
into my mind.
 
 
But then, I was forgotten,
 
and I don't remember what happened.
 
 
 
I can't remember.
 
why?
 
why?
 
why?
 
 
 
I often come here to try and remember
 
but even now I still can't recall.
 
 
I only see
 
the stars.
 
 
 
I liked the stars.
 
 
I liked it when they were real.
 
 
I liked looking at them.
 
 
But I don't like it when
 
the stars look back at me.