Wish upon a star.
She's a rare beauty in this world, golden and bright, gleaming with light - an eternal ounce of brilliance, admired and coveted.
Her name is Ember, and that's all she knows.
Still she knows all and sees all, watching as she is forgotten, neglected, and taken for granted. She knows all and sees all; she knows some still believe.
Bright-eyed children, pointing fingers at the stars - giggling out a wish and smiling at her from afar.
She's a rare beauty, aknowledged by few, accompanied only by the man in the moon.
So vast in her knowledge and vast in her love, she never fades, even as faith in her dies. As people age, and lose faith in their wishes, parts of her fall to the Earth and grant wishes.
Still never she fades, even as faith in her dies - even as parts of her fall with her love through the skies.
An ember, so bright and so achingly vast. An ember with no one and nothing in the past. An ember suspended so high up above. An ember, fading and shining for love.
She's a beauty so rare and golden and bright. She's a beauty that shines through the suffocating night.
Her name is Ember, and that's all she knows.