*～*Star light, star bright*~*

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

*~*Have the wish I wish tonight.*～*

There are few in this world who can look up into the night sky and honestly admit that it means nothing to them. The mysteries contained in that lone, starry scene puzzle even the greatest minds with its vast depths. Perhaps that is something both the great and the naive have in common: the ability to dream of the whispers of heaven's lights. The stars that fill the empty black sky are the most tangible of all of heaven's mysteries. They guide us and taunt us, they thrill us and confuse us. Yet the most thrilling of the stars are those that choose to break free of their bondings and shoot across the sky.

What is a shooting star? The burning light that follows in its trail never ceases to amaze. But does it regret not having a place to return to or call its own? Is it lonely in its chosen path through the emptiness of space? Does it even have purpose for its existance?

Many people go through their life without the experience of seeing a star streak across the sky. But nobody ever forgot the day when a pair of stars, marred by the greys of suffering and pain, tumbled from their place in the heavens for reasons never fully understood by the both of them.