Ft. Adso Piñerúa No one knows exactly when it started, but one night, as she lay on the soft grass watching the sky, something changed. A star fell. Not a comet. Not a meteor. A real star. Slow , gentle, as if it were simply returning home. From that night on, the stars kept falling. Some landed quietly by her feet. Others hovered just above the earth, waiting to be noticed. Each night, she gathered the fallen stars and placed them back in the sky. One by one, with care, with love. Some returned brighter. Some chose new constellations. People began to notice. “The stars are moving,” they said. But only she knew the truth: that sometimes, the universe needs a gentle hand to remember its own light. ⭐️
