Moonspear i'd like to take this time to say

the corrupted star held arcturus' attention as yama spoke, its dark and blackened surface almost hypnotic with surreal edges and sharp, glittering points. it was not smooth entirely; half of it seemed shaven by a blackened hand, while the other half remained as porous as gnarled wood.

could stars fall? what made them fall? did all stars fall? his mind raced as yama's questions brought more questions to the surface.

did stars die?

was this star dead? he shook his head, it was too much to think about, and somehow it terrified him -- because there was so much of the world he didn't know or understand. "i don't know." he answered unhelpfully, peering at the sky overhead with newfound consternation.