Most of the town was already covered in black, but a single spot emitted light, like a lone star in the dark sky. The source of this illumination was a small restaurant, it could serve at most two dozens of people at once. Tables were arranged in neat lines, with only a flickering candle on the cloth. At the back was a counter, with the owner behind, listening to the few nocturnal sounds. The light whirring of the fans. The occasional car outside, driving to an unknown destination. Small critters, scurrying around. During the day, the restaurant would be bustling with life, but now every table was empty. It was at nights like these, that the owner would simply look at the starry sky and let his thoughts wander. 'Should I perhaps change the restaurant?' This sudden thought nestled inside his mind and refused to leave. 'But this place has always remained the same, why change now?' 'I wonder what would have happened if I did try to change all these years ago.' 'Maybe I could've been something else, or travelled all over the world.' 'I could have chased my dream.' 'What was my dream?'

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