The greatness, the bigness - those were the things that enchanted Urania the most. Her sisters lived in things like tragedy, and song, and comedy, and history. They were concepts or human actions. Urania's domain stretched far above them, focused on tiny points of light so far away that no human would ever see them as more than those bright pinpricks.
"For my part I know nothing with any certainty," Urania said, "but the sight of the stars makes me dream." She took a deep breath of night air. "Van Gogh said that. Not all of them forget the stars."