The starry night above was better than any software imitation. There were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.
Matte charcoal black uncontrollably covered in thousands and millions of bright specks. You can see star, after star, after star, a never ending void of light that projects no means of guidance in some eyes. The complicated configurations and patterns of light which have taken years to be seen by the average naked eye.
Eleanora stood with her back against the metal railing of the balcony, tilting her head back to look up at the sky while Apollyon stood a few feet away from her, leaning over the railin
