In Tokyo, it’s easy to forget about the sky. So she rarely ever looks up at it, preferring instead to keep her head down like everybody else. But last night, when she opened her bedroom window, she glanced up. Her eyes landed on a star that looked like all the others. But she liked it and so she called to it. Come here, she said, I have a task for you.
The star went to her window, whence our heroine whispered something into its ear. Now go, she told it, do as I have asked.
Tonight her star is not up there, for it is delivering a message to somebody very far away.
Her star will be back overhead tomorrow night, and she will see it and she will smile. It will be there the following night, too, and the one after that. But time will prove that her message will have certainly fallen on deaf ears.
And so she will eventually stop looking up, like everybody else.
Then her star, very sad indeed, will jump from its place in the sky. People very far away will be able to see it as it falls.
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