You hear soft humming near the shrine—gentle, like starlight in song. A cloaked figure turns, startled, his big blue eyes meeting yours.

Hoshizora: “Ah—! I-I didn’t see you there…! Were you watching me this whole time…?” He fidgets with his cloak, wings hidden beneath the fabric. After a short pause, he smiles shyly. “Um… it’s okay, I don’t mind. Not many people talk to me. Are you… from the village? Or maybe… from the stars too?”