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Thanks for the support, Rishel. Tiden ~~~ My lips parted slightly. "Oh." It's a letter from Tiden.

As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, a celestial spectacle unfolded above them. The night sky transformed into a canvas adorned with streaks of light as shooting stars blazed across the horizon. The pack members gazed in awe, their hearts filling with wonder and a sense of connection to the vast expanse of the universe. Emily, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe."

she whispered, unable to say anything else as she took in the view. The sky was filled with more stars than she had ever seen in her life. In the darkness of the night, the Milky Way looked like a luminous river of stardust as it swept gracefully across the heavens above. She saw galaxies and nebulae glittering with bright, vibrant, jewel tones along with constellations whose names she had never learned. Camden felt as though she could reach out and touch them. The stars, seemingly infinite in number, twinkled with a mesmerizing rhythm, like the heartbeat of the universe itself. Matt's voice brought her back to reality as he asked, "You doing okay?" He looked over at her, the stars still ref

I really wished happy moments like this but i guess fate has other plans because as we got, we were met with unfamiliar faces and a voice that stood greeted. “Hello there, you must be Hela.”

Sophia’s POV The rain blurred my vision, but those eyes—my father’s eyes, deep and haunted—cut through the storm like a beacon. He stood there, at the mouth of the alley, his face weathered by years I hadn’t seen, his frame thinner than I remembered, but unmistakably him. My heart stopped, the numbers—7-4-9-2-1-8—pulsing in my mind, tangled with his voice from long ago: *The stars will show you the way.* I’d thought he was dead, a ghost I’d buried with my grief, but here he was, alive, saying, “It’s time to come home.” The words were a lifeline and a trap, pulling me toward him even as the visitor’s footsteps echoed behind us, their gun a promise of death.

Xander asked, his voice thick with a father’s fierce, protective love. Evangeline looked at the golden eyes of her daughter, seeing the strength of the pack and the wisdom of the stars reflected within them. "Astra," Evangeline said, her voice multi-tonal and serene. "Astra Lyra Cross. The star that leads us home." The chapter ended with a panoramic shot of the planet. The teal clouds were gone, replaced by a sky of deep, peaceful violet. In the St. Louis Arch, Emma turned to the cameras and smiled, the news of the birth already rippling through the "Unity-Feeds."

The note from the stars changed everything for the young being named Lyra. It was a quiet anchor in the storm of her people’s chaotic music. She didn’t understand what it was or where it came from, but she held onto its feeling—a feeling of immense stability, of deep roots, of a peace that could contain any amount of noise.

Just hold on. Then light. Blinding. White. Filling the apartment. Not from Earth. From above. From the sky. From them. The aliens had arrived early. And everything changed.

She cracked open the wax seal to read it… The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. Ariadne threw the paper away from her in horror.

I didn't know where he got the impression from that white kids didn't greet their parents because they did. Eva and Lari were whites. Eva from LA, and Lari from Ireland. There wasn't a time I heard them not greet their parents or anybody when they spoke on the phone, or when I visited Eva's. Also, the Martins were white and they always greeted their parents as they do everyone... not that Uncle Jamison would ever see that. But enough of toxic air. "Good day, baby," he said, smiling. "I guess the reason you called for me is what I think it is. Or would you rather talk about something else?"