Come. I have put a blanket on the grass. Lie yourself down and look at the stars – they say each makes its own song up there in the dark. There are so many constellations, so many combinations. Join this bright one on your left to the one on its right; now choose the two above or the three below – it's up to you. Put together, they are the stuff of myth: a hunt, a promise, a journey, a dream. They are not forever, though, remember that – there will come a time when your story must change.

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