( Funny how fate constantly tests individual convictions. Sunday keeps watch of her with his peripheral and while she rejects his God, who is he to reject her as a person? He’s the closest she could ever have to blissful salvation. He looks back at the sky with pity. )

So as long as you are able to embrace your dreams, it doesn’t matter if the stars are real or if something else poses as them. Would you rather blend in with others just as they blended with such stars?

As for myself… hah. If we are talking about what fondness the skies give us. Me and my sister used to stargaze when we were kids.