Starboy

You sit alone beneath the twilight sky, the ache in your chest heavier than the silence around you. It had been a hard day, the kind that lingered like a shadow—one filled with quiet disappointments and a feeling you couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was the sense that something in your life was meant to be… more. So you look up. A single star blinks above you, impossibly bright against the fading blue. Without thinking, you whisper a wish—not loud, not elaborate. Just honest. A silent hope sent into the sky. You turn to leave, but then... ...light. It pours down like liquid silver, swirling in the air before you. You stagger back, blinking in awe, as the light takes shape. A boy drifts down from the stars, his skin pale as moonlight, his hair glowing like strands of sunlight caught in motion. He doesn't speak—not a single word—but his eyes are warm and full of purpose. He smiles. With a wave of his hand, shimmering patterns dance in the air—drawings of stars, hearts, strange lands, and finally… your face. Your wish. He points to it, then to himself, then to you. A promise.