I felt like I was in a fairy-tale. The land beneath me was so vastly empty, it was almost hard to digest at first. Miniscule clumps of golden lights twinkled merrily in the vast green landscape, overlain by large pools of snow, giving the overall impression of some sort of mystical marsh. These freckled clumps sometimes sparkled merrily by themselves, and sometimes connected themselves to each other through a fragile chain. Thin wisps of clouds blurred parts of the scene, shrouding the world below like a thin veil, and weakly attempting to hide this magical world from prying eyes. The horizon, now a thin red line, still shone brightly, as if to announce its permanent presence in the minds of its beholders. It was hastily being overtaken by excited pools of blue, waiting to prepare the sky for its new heroes: the stars. Far higher into the abyss, the first stars had appeared, the brightest of them all, prepared to carry the spectacular show through the night, till the silver lines of the sky and dawn's first birdsong would arrive to provide some reprieve.
In the midst of such beauty, a curious thought popped into my head. In this show set on the scale of the largest stage mankind could perceive, were the stars and sky truly the performers? Or is it us, tiny specks of golden dust, commoners of a lonely planet, who have somehow caught the fancy of the Universe's nobility? Or perhaps, we both perform for each other, showcasing the best we have for the other? One can perhaps never find the true answer, but one can, however, enjoy the show...