I don’t know why the stars chose me, but I truly wish they hadn’t. Do you know how old the stars are? Do you know the things they’ve seen? Dynasties of the galaxy rise and fall. Time bending in on itself over and over, yet the stars stayed the same. Ever loyal and never changing. I do not know why they chose me to spread their knowledge but they chose me all the same.

I did feel special knowing what the stars knew. What the stars sensed. When I was alive it make me feel like I was on top of, well the universe. I knew everything and it seemed to be priceless. I was a history professor in life and a very successful one. How could I not? I held in my mind all the knowledge of the stars. Of course when they chose me I was mad for a few years. Seeing visions of time itself would drive anyone insane, especially when it’s in order. I remember like it was yesterday, I was twenty when the visions first started. At first it was just in dreams, flashes of what has already happened. It slowly evolved into what I had called “attacks” flashes of the past so intense I thought I was actually there. At first I even checked myself into a ward genuinely concerned. Once I started to realize what was going on I worked to get out, needing to get out. Eventually the stars actually told me what they wanted me to do with the knowledge they gave me and that’s where my profession came around. Teach. Set the record straight and keep it straight as long as I was alive. I did too, I did what the stars asked, mainly out of fear of their wrath. I felt a lot of what the stars felt, if I wasn’t doing what they wanted I could feel their rage. It was all I felt in the ward, not doing what I was supposed to in their eyes. When I did what the stars wanted me to, they where pleased with me.

None of that matters now. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was a teacher. Now I float, watching the universe around me pass by. Watching time fold in on itself. Never changing ever loyal. For my knowledge, my teachings, my fame, the stars gifted me one more thing when I passed. A place among them, recording and searching for the next teacher. The next one to give truth to their peers. I pray for whoever we choose. I would not wish this knowledge on my worst enemy.