The Star of Earthly Death Desi

Nara Gori enjoyed stargazing every clear night. She lived on the outskirts of town, where the sky was dark enough to see countless faint stars. On the rooftop of her small house, she would bring a thin blanket and sit alone, staring up at the glittering dark expanse. She had always loved the quiet peace of watching stars.

One cloudless night, she spotted a strange star. It was dim red, hanging low near the horizon, unlike any constellation she had learned. It did not twinkle like the others. It stared steadily down, as if watching only her.

Gori pulled out her notebook to record it. She checked star charts and astronomy apps, but there was no record of this red star anywhere. She told herself it must be a newly discovered comet, and kept returning to the rooftop each night to watch it.

Slowly, the star began to whisper to her, inside her head. The voice was soft and gentle, speaking of release, of ending all weariness and pain. It spoke of how sweet it would be to sink into the quiet dark.

This was the star’s desire. It fed on the longing for death buried deep inside human hearts. At first, Gori resisted. She told herself the words were just her own tired thoughts. But every night, the red star grew brighter, and the whispers grew harder to ignore.

The star’s influence seeped into her daily life. Ordinary small things felt heavy. Drinking water, walking to school, brushing her teeth — all of these simple tasks became exhausting. She kept returning to the rooftop, drawn to the faint red glow. The star promised her endless stillness if she reached for it.

She started to see faint red light at the edges of her vision even during daytime. The star did not shout or threaten. It only patiently coaxed her, night after night.

One midnight, the red star hung largest and brightest. The whispers filled her mind completely. Gori climbed onto the rooftop’s low concrete railing. The cold night wind brushed her cheeks. She stretched her arms toward the red star, ready to answer its call.

At the very last second, she blinked.

She saw the truth. The red “star” was not in the sky at all. It was a hole, a thin tear between the normal world and InnerWorld. It pulled people’s longing for death into itself, and those who answered its call would become fuel for its faint red glow.

Fear crashed over her. She stumbled backward off the railing, landing hard on the rooftop tiles. The red light flickered, angry that it had lost its prey. The whispers turned sharp and bitter for a moment, then faded away.

The next night, Gori went up to the roof again. The red star was gone from the horizon. But she knew it had not vanished. It waited somewhere, invisible, watching for the next person carrying heavy sadness and a quiet wish for an end.

People who look up and see the star of earthly death desire will never be able to forget its soft, tempting voice.