Inside me must be the chaos of the universe. I know where such star must be placed, to scatter all over the dark abyss of dreams. But somewhere in that darkness, in the midst of chaos, and in that tiny spark of the star, there is a dream formed in the heart of a child.

But no matter how hard my planets collide, my stars shine, my universe to swirl—they will always want order. They will want to name that planet; they will want that star to belong in a constellation. They will want my universe to swirl around them, pleasing their eyes.

I can’t fight them. They have tamed me. The chaos is slowly taking order. And it’s destroying me. I want to continue fighting; to misplace my planets’ orbits, to let my stars fall wherever they want, to fill the space with more chaos—but fighting had used up all my strength and faith. In the end, no matter how big my universe is, they will always manage to put it in a box and throw it away.