Stars that can be clearly seen with the naked eye.
After taking two steps closer. Reach out.
Light condenses at the fingertips.
Then bloom. Suddenly I was the only one left.
Yet if she were still alive, smiling. If you can still get closer.
So.
Infinitely close to the gap in darkness.
Little by little traces of the crash.
Distant. Unparalleled. Exiled a billion light years away.
Our stars.
Our planet.