My world is sacred. In its earlier years, it was open to everyone, and when I noticed how careless people were of my world and how black they pollute my skies, my world was taken from them. The only ones left were the ones who I felt I could trust with my divinity. The truth was they were the ones who posed the greatest threat, so they were removed. As punishment, I too was banished from my world. I was forced to wander aimlessly in space; lost and alone. I was guided only by the dim light of a far away star. I slowly found my way back home, but who could breathe in space?