Eternally they burn through the night,
Presence forgotten but never unknown.
Billions of thousands of miles away yet their existence is still prevalent.
They burn long enough to see the intertwining family trees expand and entangle never ending, until the origin is unidentifiable.
Until one day, like all things, their own beauty and power devours them whole, ending them but never able to fully take away their light.
From miles and miles away we see the ghosts of what once were, unable to distinguish them from the living, not yet aware of what has already perished.

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