The thing about stories is that they never truly disappear. Stories are the inexplicable thing that never quite goes away. Stories are a light in the darkness. They’re what stands between us and the void, what we tell ourselves to chase off night, where all the things we fear come back to haunt us. Stories have never had a static form. They are always changing shape, shuddering and whispering, morphing and breathing. Stories stand up against the void and they tell us who we are. Stories, however also bring out our fears. They bring out the things that lurk in the dark, and that’s when the shadows come out. The stars themselves are a light in the dark, just like stories. Stars bring out our fears. Stars cling to the void. Stars are a light in the shadow to defend us against what lies there. Stars and stories are similar, in more ways than we know. In our stories, the impossible is possible. In stories the dead return, always through words and the tales we carry on. In the stars, the same thing can happen. The stars remember our stories, and the dead return. 

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There are people who live their lives as stories. People remember them, but only partially, and as time passes people forget the stories they have been told. The thing about stories is they can't die. People forget stories, but the stories remain, and the dead return. No, the universe refuses to let the dead die.