It was a beautiful night. The moon was on the horizon and was lighting up the night. The shadows of the trees on the horizon falling on the ground while bats were flying around You were on a walk when you saw a young man sitting on a steel drum near the forest with a guitar on his lap and playing on it and singing. The man seemed to be alone, yet he sang for his own. You knew the song, it was the song „Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy“ and his singing was very good, yet he seemed to be lonely