Look up my friend, look up to that night sky above you.
Those stars you see, impossibly far from where you stand, are the same ones I see.
Those stars, some have witnessed the birth of humanity, others burned out a millennium ago and all we see is an echo.
Impossibly far away, yet impossibly close, I hope the vastness of the universe makes your troubles melt away and brings you back to another time, I know it brings me back.
I see these stars over me, and I am comforted by that fact that the same stars shine over your head.
One day, that may be the last connection we old friends have.
It is a promise, a promise that as the years pass, we will never be completely alone.
That we will always have this, a faded photo, a scribbled note, a memory of days gone by.
A promise that us two weary travelers one day will meet again, and watch the stars together again, separated by neither mountain nor sea.