The hidden star

"I sometimes wish I could see the stars above a city so vast. So many lights surround me, and yet it feels as if none were meant for me. They say each of us has our own little firefly—but mine hasn’t shone in a long, long while. Perhaps I’ve lost hope… and I fear the light has faded. I wander down a quiet, shadowed street, lost in these thoughts—when suddenly, the sky before me blooms with starlight. A soft glow touches my face, and in that moment, I begin to believe again… that even here, in a place like this, the sky still waits to be seen."