By Baker Street
The stars were strewn out across the dark night sky. Pinpricks of silvery-white dotting the black
canvas of the heavens. Sprayed out dots of light, cast out on an ink black horizon. Clusters of light varying in strength and density.
The constellations of stars were spread out in the black heavens above, as the moon beamed brightly. They were a beacon for travelers, as they had been for untold eons. Both travelers
on the surface, as well as those that traveled through the myriad of stars, all searching for a way home.
The stars were beacons in the sky, and the travelers followed them, for they were never wrong. They
were signs in the heavens, which foretold the casting of fate and destiny. They were the signs to live by, and to die for. They ruled and watched over the universe, for they were the universe. They were the sum of the whole. An eternity within itself.
Like brilliant white marbles the stars were strewn out across the heavens. They cast their light
throughout the dark universe, and shone brightly. At some parts of the heavens they were denser than at other places. Here they appeared as bright clusters of light, in a myriad brilliant cascades of light. They were a million variations of light and colors.
When a meteorite would enter the atmosphere, it would streak across the sky as a shooting star.
Flashing in a brilliant streak in one final burst of light. Then it would extinguish, and the sky would grow dark again, save for the billion stars shining in the heavens. Ages beyond time came and went, some stars burnt out, and some remained. But the expanse of the heavens shone on unchanged.
The stars were strewn out in pinpricks of light across the canvas of the dark night skies. Brilliant,
brilliant stars strewn out across the canvas of the black horizon. An eternal display of the majesty and glory of the universe. The light shone on eternally.