In a parallel universe where there's always daylight, I fear what the stars might feel. Unrequited love? Or taken for granted? Right there in the sky, but never to be seen? Invisible while existent? My greater fear lies in that universe, however. If they never see darkness, they'll never know what it takes to glow in the dark. Do they conceal their scars beneath their sleeves? Just like those stars in perpetual daylight? Oh, I pity them. Glow-in-the-dark.