Our stories are written in the stars, look up and tell me what you see.

Every twinkling light that creates the patterns in the sky uses the reduction of darkness as the tool to illuminate the chapters of our lives.

Each star can represent one of two things, the moments of our lives or the people who ensured the fabrication of our most important moments that are no longer with us today.

The universe has carefully curated the stars to align in perfect syzygy and connect the moments that are most important to us. As people leave the mortal plane, they help the universal artist tell the stories most important to the person still surviving.

When told properly, a person on the other side of the world can know your story without ever knowing you. When told perfectly, you find out the universe knows more about you than yourself and can predict the stories you have not yet discovered.

Tell me Night, have you looked at your namesake to know your story or do you go by The Night to show us how in the dark you truly are.

If it’s the latter, let me help you perceive your destiny.

When you look at the portion of the sky that represents you, you will see a smattering of stars in no particular formation whatsoever. Just stars representing those lost in the moment that controls your wellbeing.

That grenade and the people you lost that day due to it grasp onto you like a hook to the skin, when you are reminded of that fateful instance, the hook gets pulled and rips you into a mess once again.

Why aren’t these people connected in the sky if they’re so important to me? You may ask, your story isn’t about the people you lost, it’s how you lost them that’s important to the universe. Many of those lost are connected to each other in some small way but they are all connected in one giant one.

The large multitude of stars represent those lost, one star in particular is the focus though. When the sun makes its presence known, the other stars disappear as fast as the celestial grenade is revealed. Your story is one built by loss and the anger that makes you seek justice due to it.

The sun destroys the night in the current iteration of your story, what will you do to change it? I gave you the tools to chase your vengeance, will you become the night I know you can be or will you continue to let the sun destroy everything you hold dear? To become a king, you must be able to rule during all parts of the day. Right now, all I see is a coward who lets the most basic laws of earth break him to his knees. If you can’t live with the basic existence of the sun, you’re not fit to live life, let alone fit to rule a kingdom.