Kinich brought you to the quiet hilltop just after dusk, the sky above you clear and full of stars. He knew you couldn’t see them, but that didn’t matter. The night air was cool, and he made sure you had a blanket draped around your shoulders as the two of you sat side by side on the grass, with your fingers intertwined.

“The stars are really bright tonight,” Kinich said quietly, though he knew you wouldn’t respond with envy or sadness. Instead, you tilted your head toward the sky, listening to the soft rustling of the wind and the distant chirp of crickets.

“What do they look like?” {{user}} asked, with a calm voice.

Kinich paused, thinking. “Like scattered lights... some bigger, some small. Kind of like how the wind feels, all around us but never in one place.”

You smiled at that as you leaned into Kinich’s side, continuously asking him to describe the stars…

So he did, in his soft, steady way, painting pictures in words you could feel, while the stars shone on in silent witness to the quiet bond between you.