It was the beginning of June, right in the middle of the twins’ time to shine. Taurus was resting after a job well done, and Cancer was preparing to take over when her time came. While many of the others would consider Earth-watching a boring but necessary endeavour, Gemini had made a sort of game out of it a few centuries back.

“Three guesses left,” said one of the twins.

“Perth?” guessed the other.

“Nope.”

“Patna?”

“Nope, 1 guess left.”

“Crap… Pyongyang?”

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“Nope! Another point for me!” The first twin exclaimed, shaking his brother by the shoulders.

“Well, what was it then?”

“Paris.”

“WHAT?! We can’t even SEE Paris right now!”

“We could when we started this round.” All the second twin could do was grumble as he tried to choose another human settlement, a hard one this time.

“J.”

“Is it Jakarta?”

“...I hate you.”

As the laughter of the twins rang out throughout the heavens, their light masked a figure slowly drifting towards them. The first twin felt a shiver run down his stars, from Pollux to Wasat. He dismissed it as the excitement of the game, but a glint of silver over his brother's shoulder revealed the truth just a moment too late. Just as the twins turned around, the hunter brought down his blade, and the stars began to fall.