The stars were what she liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.

Chasing stars once left her in a breathless awe, filling her soul full to the brim with wonderlust.

Then one by one, the stars began to fall.

The passion that radiated inside her, slowly began to fade.

Unbeknownst to her, she would eventually run out of stardust after all.

She begged and cried, as she got on her knees and pleaded to the sky.

The silence was deafening, leaving her breathless and gasping in the empty abyss.

She could only help but to wonder, why it was her that was left bereft, and paralyzed with melancholia.

She missed the stars that burned bright in her palm, as she desperately willed away the looming shadows.

Weary to the bone, the darkness claimed her whole.

Her madness chased away the last of the light in the sky, sending the moon somewhere far away.

What a mad woman.

For no one saw a dark and empty sky but her, because something in her brain was flawed.

The sky no longer held the same magical allure, so life eventually became something she could no longer endure.