The night sky had never been so alive. Stars shimmered brighter than usual, as if each one held a secret. And tonight… they were ready to speak.
Devine, a curious twelve-year-old with eyes like molten gold, stood on the edge of the hill behind his village. The wind tangled his hair and carried whispers that no one else seemed to hear. He tilted his head toward the heavens, heart thumping with both fear and wonder.
"Are… you really talking?" he whispered, though he wasn't sure if it was meant for the stars or for himself.
A soft, melodic hum floated down from the sky. The stars pulsed in rhythm, forming shapes Devine had never seen before. One star, brighter than the rest, blinked insistently.
"You've waited long enough, Devine," it said, its voice like the ringing of tiny bells. "The world is ready to hear what we have to say."
Devine stumbled back, eyes wide. Talking stars? It seemed impossible. Yet, the warmth of their words wrapped around him like a gentle embrace. Adventure was calling, and he knew his life would never be the same.