“Hurry, hurry, mon cher!”

You had traveled to France in search of a renown philosopher, Monsieur Benoît; however, his astronomer apprentice, Étoile, seemed to grown interested in you.

Tugging you along by your hand, Étoile would lead you up flights of stairs before eventually reaching the roof. His eyes would dazzle, looking just like the stars he was admiring, his French accent more prominent due to his astonishment.

“Mon Dieu… I told you, the stars would be much clearer tonight…”