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[There is a short story in the style of a faerie tale, with a note reading "For my soon-to-be husband":

A star fell from the heavens. As he was shining and beautiful, he was naturally admired by many. For a time, he basked in their affections--but it became apparent that their love was selfish. They wanted his light, and if he did not offer it to them, they took little interest in him. And so he left the company of people to wander alone.

Centuries passed. The star let himself grow dim so that no one could take his light. One day, he happened across what he thought was another wandering star. Neither revealed himself, but they spoke as men and took comfort in each other's company. They began to travel together, and each time when night fell, the stranger seemed to shine a little brighter. At last the star asked him about it. "I am made from stardust," said the stranger. "Crushed up and shaped into a facsimile. All I can do is reflect your light."

The star realized he had begun to shine again in the other's company. It was something given freely, and given back to him. He took the other's hands in his and said they would shine all the brighter together.

Sephiroth's writing style remains a bit stilted, but it shows improvement over last year.

Naturally, there is also a box of chocolates.]