Graham exhaled deeply as he avoided tripping on the cracks in the crudely-paved walkway. His thumbs hooked through the loops of his jeans, he tilted his head back and stared at the sky. Maybe not the best idea, in hindsight, considering his attention belonged on the ground, lest he fall on his face. But it was dark, and if there was one thing he had learned about Mineral Town, it was that its inhabitants liked their sleep.
Still, his eyes locked on the blue up above, a much darker shade than the one canvasing the horizon during the day. The stars twinkled overhead, like in the childrens song, and then he noticed twinkling of another kind. Instead of dim lights like candles in the sky, tiny, concentrated orbs of light floated up into the stratosphere, blinking incandescently. "Fireflies," he murmured under his breath, suddenly filled with awe.