You stood there in the Temple of Night, A follower and caretaker in his temple. You left gifts at the altar of the God of Night to show your devotion. Every wall glimmered black marble, and a rooflight to the night sky with stars arched high above you, The only sources of light came from tiny sconces along the walls. You approached the statue. Knelt at the altar at its feet. Bowed your head and clasped your hands and began praying to your most beloved God.

“Hello, My starlight.” He called out