Story

When we are happy or when we are sad, we, as people, have always lived in harmony with the natural world having us look to the stars. Therefore, as time continues to flow, we continue to feel a sense of being overwhelmed, but the stars hold the answers to all of our questions.

As time has flown we, as people, have started to forget what it was like for our ancestors as they lived, talked and slept under the stars.

If you take the time to think about it, night has become as bright as day and equally as busy. Now we rarely take the time to look up at the stars or even say a prayer.

The stars, the moon, the sound of the wind, the clouds, the rain, and the fog are all slowly being forgotten.

People are slowly building a new world and coincidentally slowly shutting out the natural one.

The sky is getting smaller and less clear, and, in some places, the stars have had the place in which they belong ripped away from them.

In doing so, the stories of the gods, the dreams of people, and the sentiment towards others seem as they have been forgotten.

In the southern seas, on the coast of an island there is a small village with a grand sky. In this village, from times of old, there have been many bright and shining stars.

The people of this village have continued to pray to the stars for never-ending days of peace whether it be distant places or near oneself. For this reason the village holds a festival for the stars when they days grow short and they nights grow long.

The radiance of the countless number of stars is a story that continues to be told but will never end.