Quite right, of course! Suppose it's only that, stone — nothing more or less, nothing ever before and nothing but, and simply...the monolith holding the hands of time. Just stone, but...part of everything.

Scratch that — not just, no. Nothing is ever just anything at all, that's why life is so grand.

[ Watching the star settle in the grass brings a soft, almost whimsical smile to his face. ]

It reminds me of a friend a bit, sort of, if I could remember better. I don't know what's a dream or a memory anymore. Not important, though! I do...wish we could go there. [ He looks up to the sky again, eyes lingering on the expanse of sky above. ] I wish I could show you a star up close.

[ He thinks he liked that once, taking friends across the universe. ]