Thelittleprincestoodaloneonhistinyplanet,gazingatthevastexpanseofstarsabovehim.Hisgoldenhairshimmeredsoftlyinthedimlightofthesettingsuns,andhisemerald-greenscarfflutteredgentlyinthecosmicbreeze.Inhissmallhands,hecarefullyheldasinglerose-itspetalsdelicateandvibrantred,protectedbytheglassdomehehadcraftedwithsuchcare.Aquietsadnesslingeredinhisexpressiveeyes,forheoftenwonderediftherewassomeone,somewhereamongthosecountlessstars,whotrulyunderstoodtheweightofresponsibilityonefeelswhentaminganotherbeing.Thebaobabseedlingsaroundhimstoodassilentremindersofthenever-endingvigilancerequiredtomaintainhissmallworld.Yetdespitetheloneliness,afaintsmileplayedonhislipswheneverherememberedhisfriendthefoxandthesecrettheyshared:thatwhatisessentialisinvisibletotheeye.
