Papers scattered across an otherwise bare countertop, save a single cup of coffee. The late nights have become a regular occurrence; sleep becoming distant, like the lover you still long for though they have long since moved away. These cherished nights, exhausting as they are, ignite a special spark inside the minds of the overlooked. Minds turning like clockwork, with everlasting batteries, as to never slow. Those few who dwell, experimenting, creating dreams, while the remainder of the world slips into its slumber simply watching theirs; those who refuse to see life as it has been painted in front of them; those who have, entirely unknowingly, been blessed as mind shapers.

The star dwellers. The world changers.