"..'Where will we be when everything is gone?', she asked, almost to herself. 'Alone.' She said it so nonchalantly, as she twirled with my hair idly. All I could do was look to the constellations, as though my answers lay amongst them.

Midway through my apparent hallucination, I awoke to a harsh reality, for I soon realized that she had been a mere apparition. I stood and watched helplessly as the remnants of our home world were extracted from the very soil that birthed us. For the first time, I felt well and truly, alone."

- Stories of a String Tailor

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