"Now, what are stars?"
"The stars are just dust in the sky. They look beautiful but are of no use."
"Hey, why?"
"The stars themselves do not emit light. They are reflections of sunlight. They are pieces of stone. They are all discarded objects."
"Ah, why are you so weak?"
"Well, there are many of them. At night, they are bright and shiny, so you won't be so scared. They are not more dazzling than the moon, they are just dim stones, but they... Well, how should I put it, can stick together and don't feel inferior to their status."
"Like the people outside the church?"
The nun in black ignored the screams outside the church and touched the girl's head: "You are seven years old this year and it's time to go out. I don't need to say what's going on outside. Whether you can survive in the future depends on you. But no matter what, you should understand that you are from Meteor Street. Although it is tempting to say mmp for this fact, this is always the place where you grew up..."
"What does mmp mean?"
"Ah, this bad boy doesn't need to know. Do you understand everything I said?"
"Well, I understand. After I get out, I have to try to be a bad boy and survive."
"The most important thing"
"I'm from Meteor Street."