What is it about space that enchants us? Is it the stars scattered around the universe, screaming to be noticed, one among millions? Is it the dreams of countless people that can only exist in the vast emptiness of space? The ones that hurl up into the sky like wisps of smoke caressing the stars. What about the way that the darkness reaches every corner of the galaxy, making us feel so small and insignificant? What is it about space that forbids us from breaking our gaze from the seemingly little pinpricks of light against a black curtain?