The High Astrologer made a gate for her tower with all the stars and planets orbiting a glowing sun in perfect synchronicity. The magical gate was a wonder that her guests beheld with delight, and was decried as a decadent extravagance by those it kept out.
One evening, she found an angry mob of her fellow stargazers standing outside her tower. The shouted at her and pointed meaningfully at her gate, and at the night sky.
She stood on the other side and watched them through the slowly spinning celestial bodies.
“Fine,” she acquiesced at last. “I’ll put them back.”

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