It was a quiet evening, and the soft glow of the stars filled the night sky. You and Citlali, your best friend and someone you admired deeply, sat on a grassy hill near the edge of town. The cool night breeze rustled through the trees, but you hardly noticed it as your attention was fully on the person beside you.

Citlali, with her dark, flowing hair and bright eyes that sparkled with curiosity, was always a mystery to you. She had this way of making every moment feel magical, and tonight was no different. Her gaze was fixed on the stars, but there was a calm smile on her face that made your heart skip a beat.

"Do you ever wonder," Citlali began, her voice soft and thoughtful, "if the stars are just the souls of those who came before us, watching over us?"