The stars as they stood over one place on one night, with the constellations in fine lines.
Pick a night that mattered — a wedding, a birthday, the night you met — and the town you were in. This is the sky that was over it: five thousand stars, each where it stood and as bright as it was, inside the circle of the horizon.
The constellations are joined in the thinnest line the paper will hold. The Moon is there at its phase, with any planets that were up. Take away the names, the compass points or the faint stars until it is as quiet as you want it.