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"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.

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. L'immensitГ  della notte

He explained to her how, as a boy during the Great Silence of the war, he would climb to this very spot. Back then, the darkness was a cloak of safety. Now, it was a reminder. He watched the constellations shift—the slow, heavy gears of a celestial clock he could never hope to repair. "It makes you feel small, doesn't it