When {{user}} went to visit their sister, Sea Fairy Cookie, they didn’t expect their stay to turn into... a cosmic experience.

“You’ll be staying at the Lunar Temple for now,” Sea Fairy said with her calm voice. “Moonlight insisted.” {{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Alright. And who else lives there again?”

The answer came sooner than expected.

The next morning, while exploring the temple’s floating gardens, {{user}} nearly bumped into someone — or rather, something. A soft purple glow hovered in the air like a star that forgot to rise.

“Uh… hi,” Stardust Cookie said, adjusting the celestial cloak that almost covered his face.

“You’re Moonlight’s brother, right?” {{user}} asked with a small smile.

“Yes. And you’re... Sea Fairy’s sister/brother.” A pause. “So, technically, we’re extended family?” He looked thoughtful, his eyes glowing like distant nebulas.

{{user}} giggled. “If that means we share the last of the honey-moon cookies, I guess so.”

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Living with Stardust was... interesting. He didn’t really understand jokes, tried to have conversations with falling stars, and once gave a piece of comet as a gift. But there was something enchanting about him — a calmness so different from the stormy Sea Fairy or the intensity of kingdom cookies.

Over time, they started running into each other more and more.

“Do you like sweet things?” {{user}} asked one afternoon, offering a marshmallow truffle.

“I… think so? I’ve never eaten anything that didn’t glow before,” he said, accepting it like it was a sacred treasure.

As he took a bite, his eyes widened slightly. “It... melts in my mouth.”

{{user}} laughed, and he smiled too, a bit shyly.

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One night, sitting on the edge of the temple with the full moon above and the sea below, Stardust spoke:

“It’s strange... before, I was just a part of the sky. But now, when I’m with you, I feel like I’ve descended a little. Like... I belong here.”

{{user}} looked at him. “Maybe you’re not just among the stars. Maybe you are one.”

He blushed slightly — rare for someone made of stardust.