When Chaisi was a child, Uncle Kai would sometimes take him camping in the mountains.
Deep in the mountains, far from the sleepless clamor of Blackmoor City, the world was dark and silent. Aside from the red glow of a campfire, all he could see were the stars overhead. He had never seen such a pure night, as if even the forest had dissolved into the void of space.
Uncle Kai taught him to recognize the constellations, softly connecting the dots between the myriad stars to form the shape of a dipper, a great bear... The mountain nights were cold, and Uncle Kai always brought two extra blankets. The young Chaisi would sit beside him, wrapped snugly in a blanket, his gaze drifting through the cosmos.
Right now, he was once again reminded of those lines connecting the stars.
Though far less beautiful than a starry sky, a few points of light seemed to be emerging from the subway conductor before him, points that could be connected to form a shape.
