the stars are fabricated things, vast machines made and fixed in place by a vaster hand. the final insult: they are failing. each one sparks and flickers, held in place by strange gantries. when they move on their rusting tracks, the screech of tortured metal provides an awful music. one by one, they are going out.

(http://argonauticae.tumblr.com/post/59690413730/a-l-l-f-a-l-l-d-o-w-n-a-mix-for-mapping)

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