The pinpricks of light,
burning unnaturally bright.
Suspended in that mass of...nothingness.
Hovering, silent, satellites.
Crafted not by man's hand.
Eavesdropping on my every wish,
Reading my thoughts.
Those eyes look down at me,
ready to topple and tumble to the ground.
And beyond them...something lurks.
Hiding behind the impenetrable darkness.
Waiting to creep out and devour me and my planet.
Foolish thoughts, I know.
Yet in all that endless space, with seemingly no end...
Something must be waiting.
Watching.
Whispering.
The stars line up to form targets,
Ready to unleash some evil.
"Want to come out and watch for shooting stars?"
"No thanks, I'm quite tired."
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