We captured their memories as points of light, arranged them into living constellations. We drew them with an ordinary crayon, with no magic in it except the possibility each star contained.
These were the casualties of planets and races lost to time, resurrected and preserved here for posterity, in this cosmic menagerie.
As they came alive, they said, “We are self aware, and this is not the best of all possible worlds. This is a Problem.”
“Look there!” we shouted, pointing to the spaces between the lights, where the mystery of their beings resided. But the creatures did not hear.
via Daily Prompt