The western horizon welcomed the sun into its bed, and overhead the sky became streaked and speckled with light. "Look up," said the stars, "and all your dreams will reveal themselves." So the boy continued on, wading through the thistles and strangling vines as he journeyed towards the sea. "Keep going," said the stars, as he fell to his knees and wept. So he rose to his feet, ripped the thorns from his skin, and at the urging of the stars, walked on and endured.
Cosmic Voices
