Eira's POV
(Flashback – six years ago)
I stood by the window of my room, gazing at the night sky. The stars shimmered like scattered diamonds across the dark canvas, and the full moon hung there, serene and radiant, like a silent guardian.
Since I could remember, I had always loved staring at the moon and stars. Even as a child who struggled to speak, I would lose myself in the night sky, my thoughts empty but my heart full. That sky felt like home. Those stars were my family. And that moon… it was like a mother watching over me. I never had one, so the moon's soft glow was my comfort, a warmth I could always count on.
I was certain that even when I grew old, my eyes wrinkled and weary, I would still look up at the stars this way. And when I died, I wished for this view to be the last thing I saw—my soul merging with the stars, closest to the moon.
"Eira," my grandmother's voice called from downstairs.
"Yes, Grandma?" I answered.
