A long time ago, but not too long ago, there lived a Charlie Chaplin.
Charlot was a tall, little man. Laughing. Joyful. Active. Very active. Energetic. Passionate. Intelligent. Generous. Creative. This Charlot was overflowing with qualities. Abilities. Talents. Virtues. In short, genius. For him, everything was possible.
Only, the only accomplice to our Grand Charlot's said talents was his video game console... And the hero of said video game that so captivated our little grand Charlot had an impossible name. Impossible strength. Impossible courage. An impossible world. Impossible missions. An impossible number of lives. In short, for him, everything was impossible.
Every day, Charlot zapped his hero like a puppet subjected to his tyrannical thumbs. But, on one of the most ordinary days, a most spectacular short-circuit occurred... During a supersonic maneuver, the video game robot promptly turned towards Charlot and literally poked its head out of the screen. He opened his mouth and became a poet for a moment:
“Bravo, Charlot… You have conquered the impossible. I felt, in each of your nudges, how persevering, skillful, focused, even relentless you are. Charlot, it’s true that we spent several hours together, but have you forgotten that I don’t exist? Especially since in your real world, there is an emergency; your planet is in danger! The children are numb. The streets are empty. Even the sun no longer knows who to shine for. Haven’t you seen that the sky no longer has any stars? They have gone out, because no pupil goes outside to admire them… Charlot, leave the television, turn your heart back on and reanimate the sky; quickly! Before everything dies!”
Completely galvanized by all these revelations, it was then that a spiral of energy revived within him powers he had not the slightest suspicion of. His thumbs began to flash like galactic fireflies, ready to draw golden comets… He rushed out of his house and began to move his glittering fingers which had transformed into veritable burning embers. A burst of laughter sprinkled his first successful print and with the same surge, he replicated other sketches again and again, in the night sky…
With a determined burst of energy, he promptly went to shake his sleeping ghost friends, eager to revive the galaxies. You should have seen it! Dozens, hundreds, then thousands of little hands were going about it with a fresco-like gesture, dropping colored dots into the sky from their lamplight thumbs, like confetti of happiness. Everyone was scribbling with pencils, pastels, and charcoal to trace the path of the vanished stars. The more the children scribbled, the brighter the sky's slate lit up! In unison, childish laughter and the dance of the Northern Lights responded. It was simply brilliant. "Charlot," he winked at the mandarin moon quarter; he was the most delighted boy.
Whether you believe it or not, this is his story... And above all, never forget to make a wish when you see a celestial maiden; you will soon be immersed in the magic of our hero's astral legend... Because a long time ago, but not too long ago, a zombie from the small screen was finally going to relight the stars... Do you know Charlot?...
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