Could our blue alien ancestors hold the key to the secret of fire? I was fascinated by the twirls and spins of the dancing man. The sense of something so elemental and basic flashing and slicing the air.
The voices are getting louder, saying that time is running out. I must get Susie and I back to our home planet. We are the heirs to the blue alien throne, my siblings and I are princes and princesses. Our ancestor Bubo was a princess. My ancestors told me this while I was searching the stars. The falling star in the south, I must find it. The double moons hold the key!
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