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Found this little stargazing story when I needed it most 🌌

[The Grumpy Star Who Forgot How to Shine]

Once, in a far corner of the cosmos, there was a small star named Luma. She used to glow so brightly that planets would orbit just to bask in her warmth. But one day, she woke up feeling… heavy. Her light dimmed to a flicker, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't shine.

The other stars whispered about her: “Is she broken?” “Maybe she’s just being lazy.” Luma grew grumpier by the hour. “Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she muttered, pulling a cloud over herself like a blanket.

One night, a tiny, wobbly comet named Cosmo crashed into her cloud. “S-sorry!” Cosmo stammered, his tail sparking nervously. “I’m bad at directions… and existing.”

Luma scowled. “Go away. I’m not in the mood for comets, especially if they bump into me.”

But Cosmo stayed. Not because he was brave—he was *terrified*—but because he noticed something: Luma’s faint glow turned a little warmer when she sighed.

“What’s… wrong?” he asked, awkwardly.

“Everything,” Luma grumbled. “I’m supposed to shine, but I can’t. I’m just… a failed star.”

Cosmo blinked. “But… you’re still you. Shine or no shine.”

Luma rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say. You’re literally made of sparkles.”

“Yeah, but I crash into things all the time,” Cosmo said, his voice cracking. “My siblings call me ‘Cosmic Disaster.’ But… I like my weird path. It’s mine.”

Luma peeked out from her cloud. “…Really?” She had wanted to give him some sort of dead-panned kind of look but it was turned to🥺 at the last second.

“Yep,”Cosmo said, spinning in a clumsy loop. “Wanna see me mess up the Big Dipper?”

Against her will, Luma laughed—a tiny *huff* that sent a ripple of silver light through the dark.

They spent nights like that: Cosmo telling terrible jokes, Luma grumbling but secretly savoring the company. Slowly, she stopped trying to “fix” her light. Instead, she let herself just *be*—a star wrapped in clouds, flickering when she felt like it, resting when she didn’t.

And one day, without even noticing, Luma began to glow again. Not the blazing light she once had, but something softer… kinder.

The other stars still gossip, but Cosmo doesn’t care. He brings her space-dust snacks and calls her “The Comfiest Star in the Galaxy.” And maybe just the coolest too, she just does'nt take credit for it yet.

And Luma? She’s okay with that.