Nicky Valentine strode by the shimmering water, her chestnut-colored curls shining in the moonlight. Her eyes were focused on the sky, trying to pick out what few stars were visible in between the gaps of clouds. Not that there were many stars in Pobres Almas, the fifth largest city in the country. It was a rather cloudy Sunday night, even more so than usual. Not a single star poked out, and even the moon was invisible. Slightly frustrated, Nicky sighed and gave up her search. Lost in thought, she sat down on a small white rock jutting out above the shallowest part of the Pobres Almas River. She had always wanted to see a starry sky, dotted with bright white lights, but that seemed impossible with the pollution rates. It seemed like it would be just another night of no stars. She would, of course, gladly move out of the city if she could, but it didn't seem to be better elsewhere anyways.
She drew up her knees until they touched her chin and focused her attention on the water, watching