As you gaze up into the night, tell me, what do you see? A sky full of blackness, or a restless infinity? I'm asking for a reason, I do indeed have a point. I'm not restlessly writing without the faintest idea of my direction. I'm writing as a testament to my flawed human perplexion. Because for every constellation, there's a single secret to be discovered. For each and every star, there's a story left uncovered. So I've made it my mission, to navigate through the dark bazaar, And recite tales of fancy: the stories from the stars.