Pilgrim souls of untold plains stomp defiantly in favor of fallen stars. All the while elder and olden eyes peer out in the eternal night as if staring through a dream. Peer deep enough and you will see how little you really are. Peer even deeper and you will realize you are a part of everything else.

All the things out there are in here, and what's in here is out there. Staring back and forth, teetering on the sharp light and smoothed abyss. It's all a part of you too. That's why it stares out even now from behind your eyes even as you sleep.