“I used to hunt for shooting stars. To know they had traveled billions of miles, just to burn and be over in a matter of seconds… that was what mattered to me, really. Not the brightness or the wishes… Just, you know? To see the end of such well-travelled nomads. I didn't want them to die alone.” DeathSpaceShooting StarsNomads Book:The Librarian: A First Contact Story Source: The Librarian: A First Contact Story