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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."

"In the city," Sofia said, looking up through her telescope, "the sky is a ceiling. Here, it’s a door." L'immensitГ  della notte

As the hours bled into the deep indigo of 3:00 AM, the village below vanished. The mountains became jagged shadows against the star-field. In that absolute stillness, the two neighbors—one at the end of his life, one at the beginning of her career—sat in a shared, comfortable insignificance. Elia smiled, his eyes fixed on the Milky Way

"It makes you feel small, doesn't it?" a voice drifted from the neighboring balcony. It was Sofia, a young astronomer who had moved from Rome to escape the city's orange glow. Here, it’s a door