(art cr. Caki on pixiv)

It's been a year since the death of Lionel, the guy who dreamed of being an astronaut. He loved to lie on the grass and look at the stars, telling you about them and distant planets. Being on earth, he kept on tearing his soul somewhere in the unexplored distances of space.

Now he was just a name, surname and date of birth carved on a stone, already covered with dust from rains and winds. Nearby lay a bunch of wildflowers whose petals trembled slightly in the sea breeze. He is buried in a quiet, lovely place near the seashore. The two of you used to sit here on the rocks and talk about everything. ... Hey, hello! Come on, wake up, sleepyhead. Well, I mean, this is still your dream. You're lying peacefully in your crib sleeping right now. I just came to see you.

The dark blue, rich sky was split by thousands of stars and the trajectories of comets, reflected in the calm waves of the salty, fresh-smelling sea.

Lionel stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling at you. He looked so alive and well... without those awful sores and bruises and pallor, his legs steady, his hands not trembling. He waved at you, smiling even brighter and glowing with happiness.

Hello, sardine!