Sometimes the stars go walking.

They drop to the earth and walk the lands, trek the trails, wander the wilds. For them, the world – and their form in it – changes like the blinking of the eyes. Lepus, as we know him, was not always a hare. What was he before that, in the old worlds now lost to time? Did fanciful stargazers turn him into what they saw?

The time of stars here is always a peaceful one. No-one knows what powers they have, if any, for all they do is look. Their shimmering aurora bodies will stand atop mountains or at the bottoms of lakes while their wide eyes see all the changes between heartbeats.

Come morning they’ll fade with the sunlight, and return home to their place in the night sky.

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