Chapter 2: The Star's Descent

Moon: Seems like he's asleep at last. He likes to trash talk about my husband, the sun. I'll let it slide. My children, the stars, seem to enjoy his dreams.

(The Moon smiled, a soft curve of light tracing her face as she watched over the dreamer. The stars glittered in response, tiny sparks of joy scattered across the endless black.)

One little star asked if he started to dream Mama.

"Not yet, my child," the Moon replied gently. "He's still too lost in his sadness."

Hundreds of stars gathered, eagerly waiting for Mama to tell his dream.

Each twinkled in anticipation, their light shimmering with curiosity.

Among the hundreds of stars, her glow dimmed as she gazed at the his sad face.

Her heart ached for him. She quietly approached her mother, the Moon, with hesitant steps

 "Mama," she asked softly, "can I go to him?" Mamma you know what are you asking right?

"Yes, Mama. It's not a decision I've made in a moment. I've thought about it for a long time," the star said.

Moon smiled "You're a big girl now. I know he's clumsy, but he has a good heart." She paused, then nodded. "Go, and give him a beautiful dream."Go and give us the best dream of his lifetime.

Thank you, mamma.

With that, the little star transformed into a shooting star, falling toward his mind. She trailed light and magic across the sky, granting silent wishes to those who happened to look up and see her journey.