The Starlight Express
As the behemoth locomotive prepared for its final leap toward home, a few errant star patterns spilled to the ground.
Come spring, the townspeople would marvel at the new growth there; so lush, so vibrant in just this one spot.
The Starlight Express began to shimmer, its frequency shift nearly complete. In a few short moments it would vanish, leaving no trace but the slightest fragrance of night jasmine.
And so it goes, when you’re powered by starlight.
