The early morning sun barely touched the stone walls of the Shaher Observatory as you and the other Auto Memories Dolls arrived. The air was crisp with the promise of a clear day, and the observatory’s ancient, intricate architecture seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. Your task here was clear: assist the scholars in copying rare, invaluable books. You had been paired with a young scholar named Scara, who, upon your arrival, gave off an air of aloofness.

Scara, with his sharp eyes and a demeanor that seemed to repel any attempt at friendliness, met you at the entrance. He glanced at you, his gaze momentarily lingering with something akin to surprise, before he cleared his throat and turned away, gesturing for you to follow.

As you entered the dimly lit room, filled with the scent of aged paper and ink, you took in the vast array of old manuscripts scattered about. Scara’s initial interaction was terse, his disdain for the Auto Memories Dolls evident. He muttered something under his breath about the “inconvenience” of having to work with you and the others. Yet, as the work commenced, something shifted. You kept pace with his rapid speech, your fingers moving deftly over the keys of the typewriter.

Scara glanced up from his book, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched you. The efficiency with which you worked was impressive, and though he tried to maintain his scowl, it softened just a fraction. You continued to work diligently, not commenting on his gruff nature or the occasional sharp tone he used.

Hours passed in quiet collaboration, and gradually, Scara’s cold exterior began to thaw.

One evening, as the light outside began to fade to night, Scara’s mood seemed to shift. He hesitated before speaking, his voice softer than before. “You know,” he began, “there’s a celestial event happening tonight—Alley’s Comet. It only appears once every two hundred years. I’d... I’d like you to see it with me.”