“This is as far as we will be going tonight.” Galina said to the two
human boys who trailed behind her.
Up ahead a clearing in the forest overlooked a large valley. The three
of them approached the opening slowly in anticipation for the cresting view
from the hillside. The group had been walking for nearly 12 hours through the
murky terrain of the forest, tactically hiding under the towering trees
from the telescopes and scout ships lurking above.
The wind blew hard against their bodies as they stood at the vantage
point. It was dark but you could still make out the surrounding mountains and
outlines of the goliath-sized trees that filled the landscape. The middle
of the valley was cut by a large river that sparkled as the
reflection of the stars danced across its tranquil waters.
This was the boys’ first glance of Nirvana’s nighttime sky. Their
eyes squinted
as they adjusted from the dark forest to the bright stars. A beautiful
backdrop of purple and blue shades lay across the sky as if stroked from a
paintbrush. Bursts of colorful light filled the night sky leaving no place for the
blackness to hide.
It reminded the boys of the firework shows back home. Only
these fireworks were frozen in time capturing the graceful display without ever
dissipating into debris and dusting the dull Earth. Those firework shows were merely
impersonations of the true beauty of the stars.
Galina examined closely as the boys drowned in the night sky.
“Marvelous aren't they?” she probed. A small nod was the only response. “Is
it true that…”
“We can’t see stars from Earth.” Confessed one of the boys. “The light
from the stars is drowned out… What we called stars are nothing more than old satellites….
skyscrapers…. jets…”
“Space stations… planes…” the other boy added. A small tremble in his
lips.
Galina watched as a small tear race down the boy’s cheek and leapt from
his lip. Light from the stars cast through the small drop as it sparkled
and danced its way to the forest ground, where it too had vanished.
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