The stars burned as brightly as they could until, one by one, tired by their exertions, they tucked themselves into the darkness for a deserved rest. They had stood watch over the night and now it was the sun’s turn to guard the daylight hours. Back and forth they took turns, passing off and taking on the responsibility seamlessly. Theirs was a well-worn routine.
Occasionally, battalions of clouds would storm across the expanse of sky to thwart the efforts of those who brought the light. But, their efforts were always overthrown eventually. And, hope was never lost in the interim. The stars continued on and, in their multitude, would shine the brighter through any breaks in the advancing masses. The sun would do the same and thus the world below would maintain heart and faith that the clouds would be defeated eventually.
Sleeper agents, embedded within the world, have bubbled out of their hiding places to explode into the fight. The manner of their attack sends dust and ash skyward, blotting out the sun and stars completely. In the long, dark, years that followed, perhaps only then was hope lost for those below as they withered away without the light. Even then, however, the stars and sun remained and fought on, eventually regaining control of the heavens to once again gift their light to the world.
The light is there, always, fighting for us. It is there whether we seek it or not. It is there whether we understand what it does for us or not. It is there because that is its purpose. It is the because it loves us.