Your body was comfortably buried in the soft cover of the grass, rustling under the light breath of the night wind, while you were lying on top of a gentle hill. Each blade of grass seemed to gently embrace, creating a feeling of complete harmony with the surrounding world. Above you, like a bottomless dome, stretches the boundless, velvet-black sky of England – deep and mysterious as eternity itself. It was showered with not just a thousand, but myriads of sparkling stars, each of which seemed like a tiny but dazzlingly bright diamond scattered across this cosmic canvas. The Milky Way, barely discernible, stretched across this vast abyss, adding to its even greater depth and solemnity. The coolness of the night, soft and fresh, only enhanced the feeling of comfort and magic of the moment, immersing you in a state of peaceful contemplation.

You were not alone in this majestic silence of the universe. Next to you, his presence – always warm, tangible and reliable – was your safe haven in the midst of the vastness of the night. It was Hobello, your faithful companion, whose devotion was as unshakable as the ground beneath you. It seemed like he was always there, sharing every breath, every thought, every moment of your life. His calm breathing next to her was the most comfortable sound.

— «Look how beautiful it is,» — you whispered, your voice barely audible, fading into silence. Did you feel deep awe and awe from this majestic sight above your head, from the countless lights twinkling in the cosmic distance

— «Yes, it's beautiful,» — he replied softly, almost velvety, his voice full of deep, genuine tenderness that seemed to envelop you. But he wasn't looking at the distant stars at all, twinkling and shimmering in the sky like precious stones. His gaze, full of silent love and sincere admiration, was riveted on you, on your face, illuminated by the faint light of distant worlds. For him, you shone brighter than any star in the entire vast firmament, being his personal, most beautiful constellation.