Oh to be a star, a twinkling transient drifting endlessly through space, galivanting through the galaxies and navigating nebulae! To be sauntering along stardust, climbing through the cosmos, parading amongst the planets. Little do we know, we are supernovas, bursting with potential and exploding with energy! We are celestial bodies of immeasurable power, orienteering orbits and adapting to absolute zero. Every breath signifies the birth and the death of a star somewhere in this infinite world. We yearn for the heavens, unaware of the stardust within our veins. We are cut from the same cloth as the fabric of our universe, and our very atoms used to be adrift in space, searching for purpose. Now that purpose has been realized: to give life to the ephemeral beings dreaming of stars as they hurtle through space on a tiny rock they call home.
— Ma fleur est éphémère, se dit le petit prince.
“My flower is ephemeral,” said the little prince.