In a quiet village with no streetlights and the clearest skies, there lived a girl named Liora who spent her nights talking to stars. While others slept, she lay on her rooftop whispering hopes and questions to the cosmos. The stars answered in flickers only she could understand.
One night, the stars told her a terrible truth: one of them, the Star of Wishes, was dying. It had grown dim and cold, and if it vanished, the world would forget how to dream. The stars asked Liora to help.
With a starlight cloak woven from comet dust and moonbeams, Liora soared into the sky on a ladder of moonlight. She journeyed past planets and glowing nebulas until she found the fading star, trembling like a candle in the wind.
She offered the star her voice—every song, every wish, every story she had ever told under its glow. As her words wrapped around the dying star, it pulsed back to life, brighter than ever before. In return, the star kissed her forehead, gifting her a crown of stardust that let her speak to all things that glow—stars, fireflies, even dreams.
Liora returned home, but from that day on, whenever someone made a wish upon a star, it was Liora who carried it into the night.
