High above the Mushroom Kingdom, in the endless quiet of the cosmos, Rosalina drifted through the stars aboard her Comet Observatory. The Lumas twirled around her like tiny comets, giggling and humming as they followed their caretaker. She watched the galaxies spin, her gaze calm, her presence ethereal. She rarely spoke — her silence was as vast as the space she guarded.

Far below, in a small forgotten corner of the Mushroom Kingdom, Waluigi was fuming. He had once again been left out of yet another grand adventure. His frustration built until he grabbed his tennis racket and began swinging wildly, launching tennis balls into the sky. With one particularly furious serve, the ball rocketed upwards, vanishing into the stars.

Waluigi watched it disappear, blinking in disbelief. “Waaah! That one’s gone for good,” he muttered. Then, something strange happened. A soft, glowing light descended from the heavens, shimmering like a falling star.

Floating gently down was Rosalina, her gown flowing like liquid moonlight. In her hands, perfectly cradled, was the very tennis ball Waluigi had launched. Her expression was serene, calm — but her eyes held a curious warmth.

Waluigi froze, eyes wide. “Uh… that’s mine,” he stammered, nervously twirling his mustache. “Sorry if I, uh, messed up your… sky or whatever.”

She offered him a gentle smile — not mocking, but kind. The Lumas swirled around her, their tiny voices filling the silence with soft giggles.