she should be a part of the game but she looks like a tiny spark thrown into space to become a cosmic object some day, a sun, a star, a sum of suns. she does not want to think about them dwarfs. Of course… Oh she can shine like nothing else. the best she glows with a light of colds. Me knows reflections but Me has no ideas about reflected. if the reflection changes winters into springs. be it. if not – who cares. Me knows she is sun… to be. only needs to unfold from the gravity of larger object. trip. trip. trip. look for. collide. explode. dissolve. reform. just let one tiny spark spin around so bad it catches them other ones. their problems. their doubts. make them all common colossal existence with her radiating from the center. Me does not know anything about reflected you know…  if it takes too long time a perfect bitch would want to collide with earth at first place. she would shortcut it. Me is down to earth obviously. Me is an earth…