❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ 'Cause baby I'm a dark star... — Jaymes Young, Dark Star NOSTALGIA is a word I've heard others use countless times, usually to refer to a much-cherished memory that's dear to their heart. It's not a word I've ever understood or found applicable. Yet, as Everly and I stumble to our feet and look about us as the silvery mist fades, I feel it for the first time in my life. Nostalgia. Like I've been here before. "Lucifer?" says Everly. She sounds scared. I turn in time to see her tap a rock with her paw. Or she tries to. "Your mother died-"