A black limousine sped through the streets of the small city of Happy Bay. It was a hot and muggy day. A harsh voice came through the driver's panel:
— Go faster!
The young driver, dressed sharply in a suit and tie, wearing a cap and sunglasses, drove at top speed, making countless efficient overtakes, safely transporting those inside the massive black tub.
In the back seat, two women: one older, with a sharply square face, tall, with black hair and green eyes, dressed in a black gown and a purple scarf, wearing a tiny hat with a camellia as a detail; beside her, a petite woman dressed in a beige secretary outfit, blonde with a round hairstyle and youthful features, holding a folder.
— Mrs. Ernst, I spoke with the hotel staff, everything is set for today's event!
— I am pleased...
In the front seat. Maybe I can make it before the light turns red. The driver pressed the accelerator, going from 80 km/h to 140 km/h in about 10 seconds. But it wasn't enough. He muttered to himself:
— Damn!
Since his cabin was separated from Mrs. Ernst's, it wasn't a problem to yell. The light turned red. In the rush, the driver didn't notice a street child juggling three oranges. The child was nearly struck in the shins by the limousine. Frozen, expecting inevitable death. But it didn't happen. He thought: That was close. He returned to juggling, and after a while, went looking for coins, which rarely came, but were worth the effort — at least that's what his family said...
When he reached the limousine, he knocked on the window, but nothing happened. He gave up and moved on to another car.
— Luci, I'm used to the girls. Don't worry about it. It's been over 300 years telling them to work and do the minimum for the good of our kind.
— You're absolutely right, Mrs. Ernst, as always. They don't deserve the exemplary mistress they have. Mrs. Ernst, I hope one day to reach even your pinky finger in class and poise and...
Mrs. Ernst couldn't stand Luci's flattery and bootlicking anymore. She nearly turned her into a faucet. Until, looking out the window, she spotted the begging boy and lowered the glass.
— Psst, you! Come here, young man!
The boy was thrilled by the lady in the imposing limousine and approached. He reached his little hand toward the window. She pulled from her enormous clutch a golden chocolate bar and handed it to the boy.
— Child, take this chocolate for yourself! Here, here. Enjoy. Ah, and here are two coins as well!
The light turned green! Holding the chocolate bar, the boy left the road, starving. He opened the golden wrapper and took a big bite. He stored it with his few belongings near the traffic light and returned to juggling.
It was getting late when he began to feel ill. His legs trembled, and his vision grew blurry. Stumbling, he made his way home. He had to cross a large park. It was already dark, and the lighting was poor. As he falls, he begins to shrink and shrink until he becomes a tiny mouse, and perhaps with no trace of human consciousness, he runs off into the darkness of the park.
When worlds threaten to collide, the hat opens. And a new star falls.
This is the beginning.