The sun, moon, and stars are the pivot of everything that is the past, present, and future. Zein Nevaeh Windsor believed it to be so as he watched how the stars and constellation would shine brightly in the midnight sky.

"Another sightless night, huh?" He mumbled to himself.

Guessing by the meaningless abundance of stars, there seems to be nothing of interest yet again. So he drew away from the panoramic glass roof to sleep on his bed, waiting for another day of boring normalcy.