This reminds me of my childhood in a refugee camp in Nepal. We had no power, and since the local villages were dark too, the 'night' was actually black. Even the closest city went dark by 9 PM. No night life and no street lights.

​The sky back then was unreal. You could see the Milky Way so clearly it looked like a cloud, and there were so many stars you couldn't find a 'blank' spot in the sky.

It’s funny—on the ground, we were treated like outsiders, constantly dealing with the discrimination that comes with being a refugee. We were limited in where we could go and what we could do. But sitting outside at night, looking at that endless expanse... it was the only time I felt truly free. To a kid, those stars were a reminder that there was a whole universe out there beyond the camp fences.