The Seamstress of Stars

High in the Andes, an old woman wove patterns that matched the night sky. Each night, she added a new thread of light.

Astronomers couldn’t explain why new stars kept appearing exactly where her needle pierced.

One night, she pricked her finger and bled onto the cloth. The stars dimmed, then flickered in red.

The next day, villagers found her loom empty — but the Milky Way now curved like a spool of thread, trailing a single droplet of crimson light.