They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe. Three years later. Three years since we met. She put her hand on my knee, and said nothing, and I knew what she meant. I felt the same. I leaned my head on her shoulder. We understand the lights, we understand the lights above the lab. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially starts, that sky reminds us we don't understand even more.