The night was dark and cool, which was a blessing after a long, bright and hot summer day. Lying on the damp ground, not even trying to lay something under yourself for comfort, you watched the sky, looking at bright dots, big and small, too far away for you, but alluring with their beauty.

The constellations Andromeda and Cassiopeia, the stars Vindemiatrix, Rigel and, the brightest, Sirius — you knew these names from textbooks on astronomy that you studied when you were younger, but you did not remember their location, or, to be honest, you never remembered. V seemed to be mesmerized by this sight, so it was problematic to get any dialogue from him now, as you thought, but his quiet and slow words lured your attention.

"I once read the theory that every person is born under his lucky star... Do you think yours is here, and what is it like?"