I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.

Once upon a time, there was a princess who was loved by the stars - but every time she awoke they were gone.

“Your highness! Please wake up!”

Rubbing her eyes, Lucienne rises from her bed and knocks into a watercolor painting. Glass shatters.

There’s a frenzy of shouts, and her door crashes open.

“Your highness. You need to be more careful!” The servant says, meeting her eyes. “I suppose it can’t be helped.”

The servant helps her up and they head downstairs, bits of a conversation cutting in.

“...pollution...”

“...eyes...”

“...princess...”

The servant pulls Lucienne to the dining room. The help bows, avoiding her eyes.

They eat together. Isolated in a tower, Lucienne takes all the company she can get.

“How were the stars yesterday?” She inquires.

There’s an awkward pause before someone exclaims, “They were beautiful!”

Lucienne smiles at the thought of their glow against the night sky. Just once, she’d like to see the stars again.

After eating she returns to her room, contemplating the words she heard earlier. No, she didn’t just hear fragments. She heard everything.

“She’s so stupid. Pollution makes seeing the stars impossible.”

“You know how her eyes are. Don’t bully a blind girl.”

“Who’s bullying her? She thinks she’s a princess.”

No...  I can see.

I can see the stars.

I swear I see them.

I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.