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At Orion’s foot, a star standing on winter.
Cold in its shine, yet not lonely—distant, but never one that makes you lose your way.

It does not shout that it is great, does not have to prove that it is bright,
and yet the night is already aligned around it.

Sometimes a light that is too bright hides its own warmth.
Mistaken for calmness, read as strength—moments like that come and go.
Still, it does not waver.
Because it knows the place it must stand, the angle at which it must shine.

If today you were told that you feel cold, if you sensed a gaze that found you too clear to approach, that may not be a lack, but the aesthetics of distance.

Rigel is a star that crosses winter.
It knows how to become most distinct on the coldest nights.

So it’s all right to stand just as you are, even now.
Your light is a lighthouse, illuminating someone’s night.