They sparkled. They shimmered. They shone. Without hesitancy, they made themselves naked to the eyes of the universe; for the known and the unknown to ogle at them. They felt the admiration and the concealed envy every time a being gazed at them, but they ignored it. They continued to display their individuality to the dark abyss that surrounded them. They continued to light the path and the lives of the beings unknown to them. They persisted in giving the universe the beauty that the universe so desired, even if they didn't see themselves in the same light.
'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' they had been told. But they never beheld themselves. They had never wanted to. For they found beauty to be present within those that gazed at them. Was it ungrateful of them to do so? They'd always pondered, but never had the courage to speak up. They had seen the limits to which the universe had gone to have a glimpse of them, to satisfy their lust for awe and wonder. They didn't want to disturb that. They were just happy to oblige...
Each one of them knew there was another like them. They could see each other, and in each other, see themselves. But they didn't reach out. They couldn't reach out. The universe was busy in their admiration. They couldn't disturb that. Like a cog in a machine, they were brought to serve a specific purpose, a destiny that they acknowledged, even if they didn't approve of it.
So, they stood there, being beautiful. They Didn't move. They Didn't talk. They kept silent. They did what the universe considered them to be the best at; they shone.
And shone.
And shone.
