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<As Starlight was deeply entrenched in her core discovery, a light entered her field of vision. It felt safe, though the feeling itself felt strange, slightly uncomfortable. But she recognized the voice of its owner>

It's nice to meet you, Star.

Did you sleep well?

...

It's time to wake up.

<It was like meeting all old cosmic friend, even though they were new friends in every regard. But the elements recognized one another from an origin lost to time>

<Starlight felt her core glow; brighten... unfold>

<Faster and faster it spun, molding itself to a shape that intrinsically felt ... right>

A shield! But there was something more to it... what could it be?

@es-startravel - <at some time before the present>

<Starlight made her way across the beach from Eclipse to where Sun was resting>

Sun! Hello! Magic!

… ah. I am Sorry, that was rude.

I will start that again. Ahem. I was wondering, Sun, when you are feeling more rested would you be willing to please teach me magic? Eclipse, um the one that is your friend, recommended I learn some spells that could provide me with non-lethal means of defense and restraint. Just in case my code gets compromised, or anything along those lines.

And, I know it is silly and kind of frivolous but…  if you have time could you also teach me something like creating colored glowing sparkles…  or… something. like that…

It would just feel like the magic you see in story books and I would like to have. some. of that feeling… ah ha ha…

(why am I so bad at this?)

Interesting...

Hi. There's a bit of a down time at the theater so I figured I could answer some of your asks.

Me? I'm just... an Eclipse, like you. Betrayed by his so-called "family".

Oh, I have never felt greater joy than kill those two backstabbers. I was so nice. Helpful. Obediant. And yet... They threw me out like a worthless, broken soda machine in the trash compactor.

I can help you. Yes. I want to help you.

Hmm, I am intrigued.

But what's in it for you, darling?

What's your favorite memory with Sun?

It would have to be the time we went to a planet where the air functioned like a mild toxin to our systems.

We saw strange colours, strange shapes, and danced together in the red rain.

Seeing Sun stained head to toe in red was a sight. I'll never forget his manic smile either.

He looked viciously unburdened then -happy even-, though it could have just been the gasses.

I'm ok, don't worry about me.

But... Your code. I could feel it tugging at me, getting more and more insistent. Almost as if... trying to keep me there...

How cute~ I wouldn't have minded but perhaps this isn't such a good idea.

I'm so happy to hear you feel better. I'm glad I could help you.

Intriguing...

But best to not try that again.

If ever the need arises, I will find another method.

Your code and mine however... seem terribly compatibly.

We are the same, it seems. To a great extent.

... when will I get to see you, beloved?

Wait, how many other Eclipse do you know? THAT totality person is another Eclipse right?

How'd you two meet?

Recent.

He's been spying on me.

I think it's kind of adorable.

As for Eclipses, I know a fair few, but not all of them have "blogs".

Some are probably deceased by now too.

I've been alive for a long time, after all.

It's been a while since I have checked this account.

Too many... memories.

I .. went on a journey; discovered a planet that specializes in revival via soulsharing.

Learned a thing or two, but my abilities in the arcane are nowhere near up to par to be able to do anything substantial.

All I can do this now is try to detect where Sun's soul went to, if it's still even here...

It has to be.

Orange cats... aren't they just majestic...

Oh Eclipse... Eclipse.

It's a shame he chose to become my enemy.

I would have loved to have been his.. friend, accomplice ?

We could have done marvellous things together.

But alas, he is soft.

Gentle even.. although he doesn't dare admit such to himself.

Even ☆Sun, I had molded into harder stuff.

Stronger stuff.

Although he proclaims to have left all that behind.

Tch.

He thinks he can escape years of conditioning that easily?

I made him perfect, and he threw it all away.

And for what?

An inferior version of myself?

Pathetic.

To think I tried to play by his rules; be "nicer" to others.

Such tedium.

Time is an illusion.