The Heavens
"Did you see that? The shooting star?"
"There's no such thing as shooting stars. It's just something burning up in the atmosphere."
"Don't be so logical. I bet you don't even believe in magic."
"There's no such thing as magic."
"That's where you're wrong! You of all people should know better."
"I know better than to believe in magic, if that's what you mean."
"No, alchemy. Alchemy is magic."
"That couldn't be more untrue. Alchemy is rooted in science, logic; it demands an understanding of the elements and molecular structure—"
"Right, right. But alchemy is magic to me."
"That's just because you don't understand. You're not an alchemist."
"You're right, I'm not. I'm just a guy who believes in shooting stars and magic."
"Why don't you make a wish on that shooting star, then? Isn't that what you're supposed to do?"
"Yeah—I already did. You should, and when it comes true, then you'll know what I'm talking about."
"What did you wish?"
"You really don't know anything, do you? I can't tell you. Then for sure it won't come true."
"If it comes true, will you tell me?"
"Sure, but you won't believe me."
"You're probably right."
"Did you do it? Did you wish already?"
"I wished for eternal happiness."
"Hey! You can't just say that out loud! Now there's no chance!"
"Idiot, it didn't have a chance to begin with."
