I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think.
I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out.
But from here I can pretend... I can pretend that things last.
I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade.
Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient,
fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend...

Olethros, while walking under a starry sky.
From Sandman #48, Brief Lives.