Illuminated by the starlight and shadowed by the street lights an apathetic girl curiously asked her companion of the dark,

Do you think that anyone in our class will become famous one day?

Pausing a few moments the eager boy thought and carefully replied to her question,

I believe that one day, someone we know will do something of such renown that only their children will remember it.

they stood below the stars in the midst of night, accompanied only by the heavens, the wind who whispers wisdom to the elder trees, the dew-covered grass who keeps its frigid blanket secret to the unsuspecting toes of a night wanderer, yet to be unveiled by the dawn's rays, and each other's presence.

with that, they were content.