00:00in a quiet village nestled between the folds of purple hills where the nights were velvet and the air always smelled like pine and distant rain lived a girl named luma
00:12she had hair like moonlight and eyes that shimmered with questions while other children played in fields or skipped stones by the brook luma would climb the old watchtower every night with her telescope notebook and a cup of warm chamomile tea
00:30she was a collector not of rocks or shells but of stars every night she would point her telescope skyward and pick out a new one she gave each a name and wrote it down in her notebook thistle glow
00:44mirrors echo the wanderer bluebell flame to most people stars were just specks of light but to luma they were alive each pulsed with a story a secret waiting to be heard
00:59one evening the sky was different a new star blinked into view bright blue and low on the horizon it pulsed softly like a heartbeat luma felt it before she saw it like a whisper brushing the back of her neck she scribbled a name
01:18nova won but as she looked closer something extraordinary happened the star blinked twice then winked and then slowly it began to fall down it came slicing the sky with the light until it disappeared behind the distant forest luma's heart thundered she knew what she had to do clutching her notebook and a scarf she ran
01:45the forest was deeper than it looked by daylight trees leaned close like curious old souls but luma wasn't afraid the star had called to her she found it in a clearing resting in the grass like a tiny sun but it wasn't hot it glowed cool and soft humming gently around it danced little orbs of light like fireflies made of dreams
02:12hello luma whispered hello luma whispered not wanting to scare it the star responded with a tone that sounded like a melody and a memory all at once then she heard it not with her ears but with something deeper
02:24but with something deeper you saw me luma knelt beside it i see all of you every night most only look you listened a tendril of light reached out curling around her fingers and in that moment the universe unfolded inside her mind galaxies swirling stars being born dying singing spinning the star showed her how stars were not just balls of
02:54gas they were storytellers they were storytellers dream keepers bridges of light between times and hearts when morning came the star was gone but in her palm luma found a single silver moat a piece of it still warm with memory from that day forward luma no longer needed her telescope she could see the stories in every twinkle above and when others looked up and saw only cold dots in a vast
03:24sky luma smiled quietly she knew their names and they remembered hers
