The boy would gaze at the stars outside his window every night before bed. He lived in a small wooden house near the fields of a quiet village. After a day's work in the fields, he would lean against the window, watching the stars in the sky above the fields, which shone exceptionally bright and beautiful. Every day, he would fix his gaze on the brightest star and watch it for a long time until he fell asleep.
In the heart of the dark forest, a creature lurked, its skin covered in muck and tattered cloth. Tears had long since given way to dirt streaks on its cheeks, and the corners of its mouth drooped with an air of hopelessness. Its eyes darted with fear.