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It’s a dark and stormy night. But some time before dawn, the storm ceases and the clouds above Eden begin to dissipate.
In the spaces between the clouds, the tiny sky-lights become visible.
Aziraphale glances to the serpent at his left. They’ve stayed together on the wall throughout the night; after all, neither has anywhere else to go just now. Their conversation petered out a while ago, replaced by a strangely sociable silence.
Now, Aziraphale breaks the silence, pointing at the sky. “Have you seen those?”
The sky-lights aren’t visible from Heaven; he imagines the same is true of Hell.
Crawly follows Aziraphale’s finger. “The stars, you mean?”
“Stars? Is that what they’re called? Those little lights?”
“Yeah. They’re not that little, really. Just look like it, down here.” Crawly looks as if he’s going to say something more, then changes his mind. “Do you like them?”
Aziraphale nods. “Very much.” They’re beautiful. He tries to find the words. “They… sparkle.”
Crawly tips his head, staring skywards, and an odd smile plays at the corners of his lips. “Huh. I guess they do, at that. Sparkle.”
The stars sparkle down on them, pinpoints of illumination against the backdrop of night.