The Galaxy Of Lost Stars

The Mule, Yogi & Astira

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1. They Want My Soul
   -Spoon

"Let us cultivate our garden."
-Voltaire ⚜










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I. Montmartre

"Do you think I was born last night?"

Yogi repeated.

"No." said Astira.

"I think you born in hell."

Astira cracked a little smile. It would take one second to take out the suit on her left. But that left the suit on her right- & Yogi too. Not enough time. Think. Think.

Yogi smirked. Astira glanced at the suit on her right. He too far. Not good. She looked backed at Yogi. Then she froze stiff.

Way across the room the Mule walked in her direction. His paranormal eyes glowed like beacons. The room swirled around her. She felt her emotions swing wildly out of control. She felt unbounded exhilaration, then crippling fear & then she reeled backward and fell senseless on the floor. Her despair deepened into an infinite starless night.

"Astira, when danger looms, you must become one with the danger. How can you drown in despair when you become the water? Your thoughts are the fountain of life in a garden of possibility."

She closed her eyes to the Mule & became one with her soul. The Dragon fire bloomed in the starless night.

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