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Astronomer

tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.

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You flare, you flicker, you fade... And in the end, all your tomorrows become yesterdays.
— Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)