With his back against the lighthouse wall, at its base, Aries looked out at the view in front of him as the water seemed to turn to molten gold. The sky above was darkening now, oranges and reds flaring in broad stripes near the horizon as the blue above darkened towards twilight. The gentle breeze tugged at his hair, and carried the sounds of the sheep to him. The first stars were starting to burn in the sky, and Aries turned his head without thinking, feeling the pull of his soul. The first star, Hamal, burned brightly as the other stars slowly appeared, the constellation of Aries taking form. He ached with loneliness in that instant, as he did night after night. His brothers and sisters were gone, scattered out into the world, no longer known to him. His soul burned within him, as the stars began their nightly journey. Somewhere, the third part of his soul walked the earth, unknowing of what it was. In all his long years, he was yet to find it, to complete him, and to heal the hole within himself.
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