Asha wandered through the forest, drawn to a soft glow ahead. In a small clearing, she found him—a boy with starlit hair and eyes that shimmered like distant galaxies. His cloak sparkled as he moved, as if the night itself clung to him.

She took a cautious step forward. “What are you?” she breathed.

The boy just stared, his gaze intense yet gentle. He raised a hand slowly, pointing upward to the sky, then touched his heart.

Asha felt a quiet understanding settle over her, as if his silence spoke more than words ever could.