When You Wish Upon A Star…
By Wyrmhero
A lone figure stood on the Altar of Nothing, in the World That Never Was. The figure turned their gaze upwards, into the heart shaped moon that would save them all. It gazed around; looking at the space around them that isn't, wasn't, and never should be. 'How long', it wondered, 'would it be before they were free, free to relive their lives? Or, for that matter, how long had it been since they had lost their oh-so-important feelings?' A sigh escaped from their lips.
No feelings meant they couldn't want anything, couldn't wish for anything. Their goals were meaningless, something to keep them occupied. They sometimes didn't even understand the consequences, or their actions – They were just remnants of their past selves, living their life on impulses. A half remembered phrase of a child's song ran through their mind:
'When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are'
The figure thought about this for a while. And then, they decided, on a mad impulse. Taking out a one Munny piece coin, they tossed it into the air, and made a wish. The coin flew upwards, and then the coin fell through the air, and down, into the nothingness beneath the altar. No sound was made during this, in this world of infinite nothing. The figure walked away, void of any emotion, as usual, deciding to eat, and drink, and sleep, in order to retain their sanity.
They hated it when children's rhymes lied.
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Nice, Wy! :D This is awesome! Don't you all agree? :)