Where did all the stars go?

Sometimes stories are hard to tell, especially if you know the ending. This story is no different. People have been arguing about the meaning of life since the beginning of time, searching for some god given purpose or evidence of someone controlling the narrative, with no success. The most important moments in your life tend to be ephemeral, a wisp in the wind, a hidden moment in time. Those tiny moments; the brushing of hands under the table, stolen kisses or the collision of two lives, shape you into who you were always going to become. There is a lot that keeps people apart, from the moment your arms stretch in the morning to the second tired eyes flutter close at night there are a million different decisions you make. In life we focus on what makes us different, in L'manburg they focus on what keeps us the same. In L'manburg, they gave themselves purpose, they controlled their own narrative.

Clay and August find themselves, and their siblings, thrown into a narrative they have no means to understand. With pressure from all sides to honour their roles in society. After 5 years apart they find their inevitable stories colliding again, pulled from the freedom of childhood whims and further restricted by their enforced divisions, they have to try and find who they are; on their own, in L'manburg and potentially together.

Where does the prophecy begin and end? where do they begin? and where did all the stars go?