Heiron Xinao

When I look at the night's sky, it feels like living in a seemingly empty city at night.
Why are the lights in all the rooms switched off?
Do they know something that I don't?
Were their lights once shining bright, much like ours, illuminating the sky, advertising their presence?
Or has something more sinister extinguished their flames?

Or perhaps even more concerning is that no one, or no thing, has been here before to flick the switch.