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Elia smiled, his eyes fixed on the Milky Way. "No, Sofia. It makes me feel part of something that finally has enough room for everyone."

Elia, the village’s aging clockmaker, sat on his balcony with a glass of grappa. At eighty, his eyes were failing, but the sky remained sharp. Up here, the stars weren't mere points of light; they were a silver dust so thick it looked like a second, frozen sea hanging just out of reach. L'immensitГ  della notte

"It makes you feel small, doesn't it?" a voice drifted from the neighboring balcony. It was Sofia, a young astronomer who had moved from Rome to escape the city's orange glow. Elia smiled, his eyes fixed on the Milky Way