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The Painted Chateau
It's easy to hide away here. To shirk away from the sun that seeks to smother me in her embrace. The other stars are afraid of the light. They fear her. But she is still a child of the sky. And I still love her, even though I run from her. I conceal myself behind the blanket of the night and when she emerges from her slumber, eager to talk to me, hungry for my words, I am whisked away by the wind. I soar into the black abyss, wincing because I can hear her sobs behind me. And I burn.