The flashlight was giving off too much of a glare. She switched it off, wanting to get a look at the vivid stars.
It was cold and clear and without the flashlight’s beam…there were colors. Just like there should have been. Stars were different colors. She knew that. But she could see it better here.
But there wasn’t a single recognizable constellation. Maybe it was just all the stars. Maybe that was it. Maybe they kept her from really seeing the familiar shapes.
But it was so cold. And there were trees. And so many stars.
What was this place?
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One After Midnight 