Hi. My name is Frank. This is my story.
I'm sure there are other bottles in the stream, carrying other stories about what happened. This is what I recall. Some might say, it is my version of the truth.
Will we ever know what happened? Some are certain they know, "preaching it", as it were, "from the rooftops". Some are certain, but keep silent, for fear their truth will come out.
Most of the world didn't live all the way through those cataclysmic events. Most of us who did are content to just write our stories down, place them in bottles and toss those bottles into the stream. Like most, I'm hoping that somebody downstream will find my story. Then perhaps, all the stories will merge. All the pieces will be put together. And at last we'll finally know what really happened.
And of course there will always be those who say that nothing ever happened. That the rest of us just were dreaming or having nightmares. But, I know better. At least I think I do.
This is my story of what happened the night the stars went away.