A philosopher once asked, are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?
Pointless really.
Do the stars gaze back?
Now, that's a question.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Our story really begins at the Royal Academy of Science in London, England, 150 years ago, where a strange letter arrived containing a queer inquiry.
It had come from a country girl, and the scientist who read it thought it was a practical joke. But he wrote a reply, explaining that the query was utter nonsense, and sent it to the girl, who lived in a village called Powell, that had a wall near it. A wall that, according to folklore, had an amazing secret.
AN-And so it begins. This is the prologue to my new story. It is a DW adaption of the fabulous movie Stardust and yes, I know It's really short, but it's meant to be. Please review with your thoughts on it.