There are countless stars in the sky, each one is a memory of someone the world forgot.
May they be kings or slaves, dancers or cooks, heroes of legend all are those time doesn't offer a thought.

"That seems sad" said the boy gazing at the heavens, imagining all of those who came before.
His mother smiled "in a way it is. In another it's not. For even if man forgets, the sky keeps score."

Every soul...