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Arcturus, Spigo, Regulus. If you know any of them, likely those would be the ones. Spring stars. They only appear to us, to our eyes, from the end of winter to the end of summer.
Arcturus is an impatient little fuck.
The first star you see at night, the 14th brightest. Right ascension somewhere in the 14 hours.
[ There's the soft warble of a midnight bird, fluttering corners of the wind brushing past the communicator. ]
Greek gods have this tendency of memorializing people in the sky, immortalizing them. Actualizing them for eternity as he-who-did-that and is-now-remembered-for-that. But for god's sake, let them die.
[ Silence, now. ]
Two years now. Twenty-three instead of twenty-one, and now twenty-four.
Fuck.
Arcturus is an impatient little fuck.
The first star you see at night, the 14th brightest. Right ascension somewhere in the 14 hours.
[ There's the soft warble of a midnight bird, fluttering corners of the wind brushing past the communicator. ]
Greek gods have this tendency of memorializing people in the sky, immortalizing them. Actualizing them for eternity as he-who-did-that and is-now-remembered-for-that. But for god's sake, let them die.
[ Silence, now. ]
Two years now. Twenty-three instead of twenty-one, and now twenty-four.
Fuck.