The observatory was silent.
Only the soft hum of machines and the distant whisper of the wind filled the night. Luna sat by the telescope, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the lens.
It had been ten years since the sky cracked open and took him away.
Ten years since Orion became a part of the stars.
People called it "The Miracle Eclipse." The world healed, the Council disbanded, and peace returned. But for Luna, peace never came. Only the stars kept her company — and in every flicker of light, she searched for him.
One evening, as the world slept below, the sky shimmered again.
A soft, golden light — gentle and familiar — descended through the clouds.
Luna stepped outside, barefoot, her heart racing.
The stars above pulsed in rhythm — one, two, three — like a heartbeat she once knew by touch.
She whispered, her voice breaking:
> "Orion… is that really you?"