His penthouse in the sky, as he liked to call it, was beautiful at night. The lights were bright but not blinding, and the once old and grey moon was shining like the sun in the night. It was a stunning sight, and he never got enough. The rooftop was beautiful, to put it lightly.

He moved towards his corner of the rooftop and sighed; putting his head on the false pillow he had and staring at the stars in the night. He wanted to count them, he thought. He never got used to a sight like this.