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GOOD NIGHT MISTER STAR

THE SANDMANN AND PITCH GOLD STORY

(the headcanon time arrived! IN FIC WAY, i not native english speaker nor writer, so, deal with my mistake and/or tell me to fix it, also I haven’t writen in a long time guys, so, this probably sucks, anyways, enjoy it!)

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Long time ago, when the skies and lands were youngs and when the man was innocent and delicate like an infant, when the clouds were as thick and dark as the hair of the same men that lived beneath them and the only light for them was the moon itself. In one already forgotten day, it was born a silver star.

This star, so round yet very small, glowed as brightly as the first beams of morning sun, yet, it’s light wasn’t as pure as the one of the moon, but was as caring as it’s, because even if the men didn’t was aware of, this bright star every nite, wander in between them as family and friend, guarding their most deepest dreams and wishes.

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The star didn’t knew it’s true name until far time later. All around the world it was called by so many names and alias. But the star knew it’s only one purpose: to watch over the men and give them what their hearts more ached for, even if, just for a sole moment while their souls were asleep and peaceful, and their minds so open for the star’s magic to sprinkle upon them.

But alas, for not everybody, the star was at position of bringing comforting wishes made true. For these in particular, the star, as any firm but concerned guard, even, as devoted as a father itself, it knew better to give them what could be seen, in the eyes of the star at least, as a reprimand, for make them learn of their mistakes and make them to not fall back in them.

Those were the nightmares. And the star, as well as the dreams it created, never feel regret of letting them exist.

It was it’s only labor when the nights fell over the lands. And even if was a lonely labor, for the star it was pure bliss.

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For the star, the time of the men wasn’t something that has a place on it’s mind, what was the point when it didn’t affected it’s body or memory? yet the star gazed somewhat perplexed, how it affected all the people he watched over every night of it’s excitence. And laughed. Laughed as tenderly as the rustle of leaves. And smiles like someone in love with the more innocent of the beings.

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Even if is not something that matters the star’s thoughts, time keep passing, men comes and go and humanity grow, so slow yet grow non stop in front of it’s eyes. The star keep laughing even if a bit while still doing it’s never ending labor.

But what does really stays on the star’s memory, is how the men he knew since their very first step after born in this world, is how those very pure and dearest wishes from the deep of their hearts and mind, grow, grow in a way that he can’t do nothing more than see with worry yet awe, how those wishes transforms in craving. Craving for things that no noble soul should wish for, but they desire so passionate and strong, that the star, who really is to not give them what their new wishes and dreams are now. That is it’s labor and the star don’t regret doing it.

But still, the star wonder when dreams started to become so plain and unfulfilling for most of the men, even for those who were the more bigger dreamers when in a earliest time, the star sees how themself mature, yet, don’t stop wishing, but those wishes, what are those wishes called when even the star can’t know if is the darkest dream or the most delectable nightmare that is created upon it’s hands?

“what are dreams called when dress and act like nightmares? what are the nightmares that make the men that have them being so comfortable with those "dreams”? what really is it’s labor about when wishes grow into desires?“ the star wonders while on it’s home in the sky, next to the moon, while that sweet lover’s smile become a smirk and that silent and gentle laughter, a whispered crackle.