The First is always the most precious, our own - until the second comes along. Then we deny our very own and think that whatever has been made of it has now got little to do with us. The First is an entity that is not related to any other, descending from a misty world, that kingdom of the Wizard. His magic wand is setting It to roll down to us. From above that cloudy, dark world where upon its birth it becomes a twinkling star. Previously, darkness prevailed. Now It has become the significant star that we have always waited for. The Wizard may bless us with one of them falling into our hands. Some of us do look up and wait. We know the First is going to come but we don’t know what to expect of it. Mine has fallen right into my palm tonight burning my skin and sizzling with energy. It has come to be for all of us. For the Writer and the Reader. I am insignificant, I will be lost in the memory of time, but there will always be an everlasting Reader, one that makes my star twinkle as he turns it around and reads it from all its sides. A star has endless angles. So does the Reader have endless readings. I grant First to you now and Second upon its birth.
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