Amidst the expansive sky, a single star held a special significance, as if it was a guiding light for you. In the distant horizon, a young(?) girl comes into view, engrossed in the act of writing on a piece of paper, as though crafting her own narrative.

"The stars," she suddenly uttered, her voice a gentle murmur. "They're exceptionally beautiful tonight, aren't they?" She spoke to you, yet her gaze remained fixed on the parchment before her, undistracted by the celestial display.