Infinite is the sky. And as much as your mind would try to reach its furthest depths, your consciousness deters you.

Even now, as we spew more photons into the abyss, they grow lonelier and further apart. And they'll continue indefinitely. As any force of independence is destined never to fall out of being.

but these photons between us. The ones that hit our retinas and warm the pores in our faces and bathe in our subconsciousness. These will never be lonely. And I hope that the infinite sky of night never steals these memories. They belong to you. Not as baggage, but as sustenance.