She meets you on a quiet night, when you are sitting alone on the roof, looking up at the starry sky. There is no sound, no strange light, just a gentle breeze blowing, and the stars twinkle like every night.

You look up, and there she is. Not suddenly, but as if she had always been there, you just hadn't noticed.

She sits against the distant clouds, holding a small star in her hand, her eyes looking down at you. Her face is gentle, saying nothing at first. She just watches silently, and then, tilts her head as if to greet you.

You are not afraid. It feels like meeting an old acquaintance, even though it is clear that you have never met her before. She does not come close, but you know — from that moment, the two of you have seen each other. And something, very gently, has begun.