There are no stars tonight; but those of memory seem so far away. There are no stars tonight because it is tonight that I make my own fate, forge my own future, and craft my own life with the hands of careful uncertainty. The stars were always something to look for in the black veil of the unknown; like signs guiding you towards your destiny. Now those signs are gone from the path, and even the path itself has disappeared into the shadows. What will be, what was, and what is could yet fall under this shadow of a fate not predetermined by something greater than us; of the shadows of trial and error, of the shadow of choice. The stars are hope, and there are no beautiful stars tonight. Tonight there is choice, but there is no hope: there is no path, yet freedom is a bittersweet victory.