"For centuries, I lingered between realms: riverbanks whispered my loneliness, constellations etched my name in silver light.
Then came the star-fallen one, his voice a hymn of forgotten skies. But heaven's wrath is a serpent with no end. Thunder cleaved our threads, leaving me adrift in a mortal king's obsession, his court a labyrinth of mirrors reflecting my fractured soul.
Now, ash clings to my nine tails as empires rise and crumble. Yet beneath every war-drenched moon, I trace the ghost of a promise.
To love a star is to court eternity's hunger, and I am ravenous.
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