In the Fallen Stars, Our Hopes Lie

Legend says, there was a time when the night sky was full of light. A light that is not from the Moon, which is the only light that shines on the sky today, but from the countless objects called "stars." At daytime, a single star would be so bright, even brighter than our Moon, and fill the world with its warmth. That star was called the Sun. And in the nighttime, the Moon was not alone, accompanied by tiny sparkling lights that could even create shapes in the dark sky, as pieces of glass scattered across black ground would shine in the moonlight. But even greater. So great that these stars were referred to dreams that could not be reached, and people used to say to their beloved ones that they would "pick the star from the sky and bring it to them" to make their wish come true. Alas, if they only knew what they were saying was real. In their world, so full of those shining objects, a couple of them missing would not have made a difference. However, the "countless" stars were not countless. Every time an impossible wish came true, every time such miracles set foot on earth, a star would disappear from the sky, finally leaving behind what is left for us now — a pitch black day without the warm sun, and only a lonely moon lighting the night sky. Years, decades, and centuries have passed by since the last star shone its light on Earth. Where there were so many wishes, only void stays. All sought to find a solution when they realized the stars were falling; none were found. A world full of miracles was not deserving of more. But what of us now? Living in a pitch black world, with the waxing and waning, ever-changing Moon as our only reference of days passing? Where do our wishes lie? "In the fallen stars."