She is the center of her own world. Ruling those around her with quick words, frenzied comments and an unbeatable drive to be first. To conquer others through the sheer rush of finishing first. She imagines others spinning round her, colliding into the literature she consumes at the core and tosses out into her system as if she were their sun, leaving bright zodiacal light all around to be called dust. But that dust was once stars. And those stars are held together only by their own gravity. They don’t need her to feed them light. In truth, it is her pull that would try to consume them. Devour them. Her fire burns the brightest on the surface as her core has already begun to shrink, so soon she’ll collapse and leave nothing more than a black hole.