"Underneath the glittering, starry night, filled with countless constellations and shadows, there is something beyond that...what are you staring at?"
Lying back on the green grassy hill, underneath the setting sun. Watching the sky as the colors fade and the stars begin to rise. The heavens are filled with a complex magic, a beautiful myriad of dancing shapes and patterns. The sheer wonder of it is breathtaking. Yet there is something beyond that...something even further away. Staring deeper into the sky, past the moon, the stars, the clouds. There is something out there. What are you staring at?
All your life you have been searching, all your life you have been trying, trying your hardest. You want to prove yourself to the world, to the earth itself so that the heavens cry out your name and tales of your deeds resonate between the hills and over the valleys. You see all this as you stare at the stars. And yet, beyond all this, you are staring at something.
You have done all you can do. You have friends who would trade their lives for your safety, just as you would do for theirs. You work to protect all that is precious to you. You read all of this and more in the complex intertwining of shadows filling the night sky.
And yet, and yet, there is something still beyond even that.
What...what are you staring at?