They are each their own face. Hanging in the heavens by individual threads. They mimic the moon, reflecting his shining face in intricate patterns across the blackened sky. They hum a lullaby too sweet for the human ear and keep watch over the hills, the cities and the forests. Even when the night is cloudy or fog too thick, they are still there, hidden and ever watchful. They are like the eyes of loved ones, observing but not judging. Though they all seem the same, each one has its differences. Each one has its own place and purpose in the sky. They say that looking to them for guidance can lead you anywhere you need to go. They shine the way and the way is found.