My name is Onyx, and this is not my true form. I chose this shape so I could dwell in the hazy margins of humanity – a flicker, a shadow, nothing more.
I have been on this planet for two thousand years. My soul is older than that, but it’s when my true story began.
I don’t want this to be a sad story. It is full of pain, of hurt and betrayal, and loss. But, as we say on my home world, for every tear there is a star. I will find those stars and make them glow. When my galaxy is full of light, she will return to me.
She was lost to me a long time ago, but she appears every now and then in a different shape. I try and turn her tears into stars, but every time it is the same. Every time she meets the same fate.
So this is my story as well as my apology.
These are my tears that will never be stars.