A Midnight Sky Drunk With Stars

The sky is always grey for Bo Lestrange. No stars. No moon. No sun. Always grey, never altering, never changing from the endless stretch of grey nothingness. The sky reflected Bo's life. Of, course it wasn't boring, not from the start and never till the end. But it was grey and dreary like a lifeless puddle, small and meaningless. Yet, at the same time, meaningful like a hidden doorway. And one day, a wind will blow this door open and Bo will find all that hid inside her and outside her. And once opened, that door can not-- will not-- be shut.