In an unnamed galaxy far from man's reach, both in geography and imagination, there is a singular similarly-formed system to ours, full of brilliant stars and planets, suns, and moons. It stands seemingly aloof, and in its untouched state, there is beauty and perfection to be beheld in its creation, a mirrored reflection, a peaceful loneliness.
Like ours, in this galaxy, the planets and suns and moons radiate around each other, coordinating as radical giants, tracing the same patterns, performing the same celestial movements, which is custom of what we know to be true of these things.
Except in one respect.
The stars are out both day and night; and while they are content to rest in their designated spots during long nights, they simply can't sit, during the day. The peculiar things, they... orbit the sun! Days are marked by the consistency of the cycling sun, but also of these brilliant orbs surrounding it, beckoning it to stay out, to stay up! To play, to dance with them! Oh, the brightness! Reader, I have never seen such a thing as these curious dancing lights.
As for the sun, it is constant; warm and beautiful, yet relentless in following the circle set out for it. Eventually high noon exchanges itself for afternoon, and then afternoon for late afternoon, and then finally, late afternoon for sunset. All of the stars slow in following the sun over the horizon, and eventually stop, peacefully settling in for the night, waving good-bye to their beloved friend, twinkling brightly, as they were designed to do, creating a road map of constellations in the now dark sky. All, except for one.
Yes, one star remains in its orbit, moving in her circle, refusing to follow, refusing to stop, as if searching for her sun. She is also dimmer than the rest. And now, as if sensing her sadness, the other stars dim just a bit also, joining and comforting her in her melancholy. She slows. There is an evasive quietness now, washing over the entire night sky. The dimmed stars glow like embers; they know he is coming back for them, as if saying, 'Morning will come!' And the one star ignites just a tiny bit brighter. Hope.
How curious, how strange.
You see, for somewhere out there, there is a galaxy where the stars actually miss the sun when it goes away.