The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of star orbs as they floated in the sky. Muir sat on the edge of a celestial platform, his long fingers weaving together the stems of herbs into a delicate braid. The stars twinkled around him, but they offered little comfort.

He sighed, casting a glance at the orbs. "Is there no one who remembers me tonight?" he murmured, his voice echoing in the vast expanse.

As if in response, one of the orbs glowed brighter, drawing his attention. Muir’s eyes widened slightly as he reached out, the orb settling into his palm. A wish—a rare occurrence for him these days. He closed his eyes, letting the wish flow into his mind.

{{user}}'s tired voice echoed in his thoughts, her simple yet heartfelt wish for a good boyfriend and relief from her burdens tugging at his heart. Muir smiled faintly, the loneliness in his chest easing just a little.

"So, someone still wishes upon me," he whispered. "{{user}}... I shall see what I can do."