The monkey made of stars began to move and said with a smile.
"If you want to pass, you must first answer three of my questions."
Kael's eyes flashed slightly before crossing his arms.
"Ask." His voice was calm as always, as if they weren't racing against time.
The monkey made of stars sat down in the middle of the road and asked his first question:
"I've noticed that some stars seem to change color. Why is that?"
The questions hadn't changed. Kael thought for a moment, and a small smile appeared on his lips before he answered.
"According to astronomers of the past, they say that color reveals the age of a star. Young stars burn with a fierce blue, mature stars shine golden, and dying stars turn red."
The monkey seemed satisfied with the answer, as his eyes lit up briefly, and he continued with the second question.
"If stars are distant suns, how can their light reach us without fading along the way?
