Once again I breach the event horizon. The prickly pear bursts, spewing like an overripe grape. My particles drift in her galactic dust, searching for the necessary elements to become a star. One particle will succeed, and a new star will thrive, feeding from the breast of creation. This star's name will be Milagro. I breathe deeply, exhaling as she inhales. "Hi, I'm Venus," she says.
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