The stars are very quiet, and very alone. Swimming in silence they turn across the sky. Surrounded in darkness they fall toward the sunset, disappearing beneath the horizon. And on this lonely lump of rock we sit, watching them descend into the dawn. Spinning through space we continue with our waking lives while the sky twists, pulling stars through the air, chasing after the sun. And we move through this world, burning our time like the last wick of a candle, leaving behind an immeasurable emptiness and the faint smell of fire. The stars, they spend an eternity in the void.