The little starfarer was a young little one. They lived a happy life in an island amongst the stars. It was a nice little island with stones of greenish grey. The leaves of the plants that grow there was brilliant azure.
The little starfarer was born on this island, begotten by two wondrous people living on this parcel of heaven. They and their ancestors had lived on this island for generations.
When the little starfarer was of age, he oft found themself by the harbor. They would watch the shipwrights assemble starships and gaze upon the ships that dock upon the jetty.
While they watched the ships fade into the distance, crossing the golden horizon between the sky and sea, the little starfarer's eyes are guided upwards to the starry heavens. What a wondrous sight it was.
It was one of the nicest things about the stellar island they lived in. Although high noon was the hour, the stars were visible in the tapestry that was the sky. The little starfarer was oft enamoured by their twinkling shine.
They oft pictured themself visiting these distant points. Though the telescope they owned weren't resolute enough to render their surfaces in high definition, the little starfarer let their imagination make the rest of the picture.
They examined one distant star with brilliant white shine. They imagined a beach that stretched as far as the eye could see with crystal sands white as salt. They pictured a marina erected upon the shore, with docks made of milky white marble and roofs blue like lapis lazuli.
Another they observed had a dim golden glow. They saw a forest with trees that bore leaves the color of gold. The trees bore wood red as blood and the soil below was a matted in butter-yellow moss.
Another they found a sphere shining a pleasant blue like that of a cloudy turquoise. They imagined a hilly land with gentle slopes made of pale blue snow. By the river that flows between the hills were little houses made of ice and decorated with silver baubles. Lengthy pale worms jumped from the fine snow like dolphins in the sea.
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The little starfarer adored these little images in their head and wished that they could approach those distant stars and see their true selves. Imagination alone wasn't enough anymore to sate the curious dream that burns within the heart.
Splurging the little allowance that they possess, they acquired a small wooden sailboat for them to sail across the space between stars. They took loving care to paint the hull with their favorite bright blue paint. They furnished the boat with their favorite fluffy sleeping bag and hung shiny ornaments upon the boat's rim. They filled the tackle box with their favorite snacks: licorice, jerky, and candied durian.
Leaving a note for their parents to read, the little starfarer was excited to leave behind the haven that had been their home for many years. They wore their favorite navy-blue vest over their old cream shirt. Plopped upon their head was a pricey space helmet for when they wanted to take a spacewalk. Upon their neck hung a gold five-pointed star. It was a memento that they will cherish in their journey.
The little starfarer began their interstellar odyssey with a row. They rowed off the coast of the stellar haven that they had called home for all their life. As the harbor and the island grew distant, they watched it shrink and shrink until it was small like a model town.
After a little bit of reminiscing on their life on the island, the little starfarer pulled the rope that opened up the sails. The orange sails swelled as it caught the flowing solar wind that blew through the solar system.
Slowly at first, the bright blue boat sped up across the star ocean, and soon, the little haven of whence they came soon shrank to a blue-green shining point.
Enough looking back, the little starfarer looked foreward. Their little starboat bobbed over the calm ocean. The orange blinking light atop the mast signalled their presence upon the desolate space between the stars, but the desolation of the star ocean wouldn't scare them.
They turned their gaze to above, and saw the hundreds of constellations. The tapestry of starshine filled them with a determination to visit them all, to visit a sizeable amount of them. They could see their multifarious colors beckon to them.
Turning below, they could see even more stars shining with the same fervor as the stars above. The little starfarer found solace in their constant shine. Their beautiful rays fill the vast universe with chilling light.
It was a lullaby to behold.