Hollow Night Sky.

 I look up at the endless brigade that was supposed to be the sky. Stars and galaxies, millions of pathways to light. I wonder if anyone out there even cares about a measly human life. Each star with a shine of its own, sprinkled throughout the bridge, like dust in the Sahara. Unique, benevolent, they show us the nocturnal path. But truly, do they hold any answer for the girl who asks?