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Shine

Many, many years ago, the sky was black. There stars and a moon, but they were black. In the night, darkness was inescapable. Far from the sky, in a small, friendly village lived an old gravedigger name Charlie.

Every night, Charlie would head outside, shovel over his shoulder, and try to do his job. He would stand before a fresh patch of grass and try to dig, but he was forced to feel his way through the job. Eventually the strenuous digging along with the lack of light was too much for the poor old man.

Charlie stumbled and collapsed face-first into the grave he had begun to dig. When the other gravediggers saw him, they assumed he was a poor merchant who could not afford a proper burial. They took pity on the Charlie and covered him with dirt, thinking him to be dead.

Meanwhile, a star called Celia was dancing through the sky. When she saw what was occurring below, she shot to the ground to save the man. Celia arrived before the grave, but as she was naught but a little star, she was unable to remove Charlie from the ground. She tried desperately to call out, but her voice didn’t work the same on earth.

Sadness overcame Celia, and she wept for Charlie, for herself, and for her incapability to save him. She wept so grievously that she moaned and sobbed, but no one could hear her. Soon, she was crying so desperately that she shook in agony. Her tears flowed faster and hotter, until they were on fire.

The fire caught onto Celia, and lit her completely. The flames licking her face burned with fury she had not known possible, and glowed so bright that she lit the entire graveyard.

The gravediggers finally took notice of the flames and approached Celia tentatively. She flipped and bounced about the grave, trying vainly to communicate her silent plea. The smartest of the bunch, a burly man called George approached the grave and began to dig. Celia swirled in approval, and the others joined in.

They uncovered Charlie, who was lying in the grave, awake and sputtering. By now, Celia was so joyous that the flames no longer pained her, but caressed her face in white-hot love. Charlie explained his reason for falling into the grave, and Celia, determined to make sure something like this never happened again, soared back into the sky where she caught every star on fire.

Some, in their panic, joined together in mobs and made strange shapes in the sky. From the earth, Charlie marveled at the constellations with his comrades. Celia’s speedy flight had soon lit the entire sky. It was not like the light of daylight, hot and unforgiving. The light of the night was cool and soft, filled with happiness. When Celia lit the moon, it glowed so brightly that the entire graveyard was dimly lit.

The men on the ground cheered, and Celia sang to them from above. She took her place by the moon, and glowed brighter than any of the surrounding stars. No, she did not glow. She shined.