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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.

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." L'immensitГ  della notte

"In the city," Sofia said, looking up through her telescope, "the sky is a ceiling. Here, it’s a door." Elia, the village’s aging clockmaker, sat on his