The night sky is featureless, velvet black, an emptiness so deep and dark it sucks at Amy’s soul every time she looks at it. She knows it’s exactly how it’s always been, has never been any different, and yet at the same time, she knows it’s completely wrong.
She remembers how it was before, but before what, she can’t recall. All she’s sure of is that there used to be stars, like brilliant, sparkling diamonds scattered across the blackness, and they were beautiful.
Everyone tells her they never existed, but it hurts so much that they’re gone.