أتباع

Kugard fell silent for a minute or two, and to my surprise I saw that he was looking at the stars. He nudged my arm and pointed at the sky with his finger. "Say, will you look at The Follower. Look at its color. Like red maple leaves on a chilly autumn sunset!" From the way he spoke I felt some dissonance; some thought he couldn't put into words. I was astonished. I confessed that I did not know which star he was pointing at—or perhaps I was in denial, I pretended not to notice that the stars were of different colors. 

Because I have already killed the astronomer in me.