Stars shone in the black sky like memories,
of those who once dreamed and lived in glory.

Souls of the past soared to the stars in flight,
blazing across the sky in brilliant light.

Memories faded into the night with a whisper,
of those who roamed the earth in grandeur.

Sister Aeres, Sentaari Pilgrim

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 407 AF.