In every story, there is always a lighthouse, leading one towards something. Of course, a lighthouse really only exists to tell you what to avoid.

I still dream, James Smythe.

People are forgotten. Eventually no one remembers you.

Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.

Now you’re at the other end of the telescope
Seven billion stars in her eyes
So many stars
So many ways of seeing
Hey, this is no time not to be alive

Love Is All We Have Left, U2