I had never felt as small or as infinite. We had lived for so long. We had been farmers and bakers and soldiers, jewellers and thieves, royals and rogues, sons and daughters, the shape of us changing with every life but not the heart of us. We had touched a thousand people, most of whom were now but bones in the earth. And yet, beneath the great canvas of the stars, we were nothing. A blip, a finger snap, a single note in the symphony of the universe. The realisation made me feel at once better and worse. We were nothing, but we felt like everything. The fifth item on my dream list: to grow
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