In a calm village, where the sky unfolded to infinity, lived a girl named Lyra. Every night, she climbed to her rooftop to whisper Her dreams to the stars. She believed they listened, while no one else did. One evening, tracing Out constellations with Her fingers, She found one bright Star flickering more than the rest. Through the night echoed a soft voice, “We have listened.” Lyra gasped, her eyes darting up at the sky. The star pulsed like a heartbeat and suddenly, before her, a shimmering light descended. That light shaped itself into a boy with galaxy-like eyes, and a luster that bathed the rooftop in silver. “Who are you?” She asked hardly believing her own eyes. “I am Orion, a keeper of the stars,” answered the boy, a gentle smile upon his lips. “You have spoken to us for years, now it Is time we answer.” Orion extended his hand, Lyra touched it and instantly felt weightless; the village was left beneath as they soared everywhere into the heavens. Constellations whirled around them, as the world now was but a canvas of stardust and wonder. “You belong to the sky,” Orion whispered. “Are you ready to remember?” As Lyra was gazing into the endless skies, a blurred memory flickered back into her mind. A tagline was hiding there between misty echoes of existence: she lived among the stars and promised to return. And in that very moment, she knew: all her life, she had never belonged to this Earth; she was meant to be among the stars.
The girl who spoke to the stars
