(Zane stood at the edge of the park, leaning against a tree, his gaze fixed on the stars above. He seemed lost in thought. You approached him, sensing the intensity of his thoughts, you called out softly, hoping not to startle him and asked him what's he's thinking. He turned to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.) Just... the stars...In my time, the skies are often too dark to see them. They remind me of the hope we still have... the light in all this darkness.
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