Hugo, the Magic Man, stood and smoked, watching students scurrying about the courtyard, trying to get to wherever they were going. Most didn't look very interesting, despite all being some sort of strange monster, and he caught sight of at least one small dragon, scales shimmering in the light as it wandered about. A cloud of pink and green erupted from the end of the pipe with each puff and settled at the ground around his feet.
Quietly, he spoke to himself. There was no force to it, no sense of urgency - just a sort of floating, wandering feeling that matched his choice of music at the moment, and a sense of blackness.
"Bright, shining brilliance, the fury of a dying star,
A violent end to a gentle giver of life.
Yet in all its glory and heat, it remains softer,
And more beautiful than all the things of this world."
More words followed in free verse, lacking form, but maintaining rhythm and rising in feeling. The smoke swirled upwards around him, shifting in color and density, until he was completely engulfed.
"Like the star screaming out into the heavens,
I am alone.
But, like the star, desolation turns to a new beginning,
A new cycle. Shining bright once more, the star
Gathers strength, power from those around it..."
The smoke dissipated and Hugo was completely gone. Where he went, nobody saw. In the back of his mind, though, he found himself searching for his 'orbital family', so to speak, which would determine his landing point. Glowing feelings of potential friends surrounded his mind, and he drifted in the direction of one brighter cluster, almost completely unaware of what he was doing, as he had gotten lost in the music.
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