It feels good to be back, he thought as the crowd dispersed and he settled back down on the ledge to watch his city until the sun began to fall and the moons flowed up gracefully and swift into the starry night sky.
“Prime Star, my friend, the legend will come true some day,” he muttered to himself afterwards, staring down at his paws in ponder, his optics as blue as the twinkling bodies in the darkest of skies.
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