I look up again, outside of my studio window, and another cursory observation turns up no bright speck of light at all. It's vanished! Perhaps the light is closer, mobile? Perhaps there are creatures close by observing things?
Either way, the distant mote shall recede soon, blinding by the rays of the powerful mass of hot plasma that gives all of us life. My planet is an amazing place, and the more I think of it and not me, the more content I am with my existence.
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