Prologue

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My mother once said that I was a Starchild. She was the Sun, father the moon, and me, the star of their sky.

At times, the sun, moon, and star would dance together in the sky during dawn. Those moments never last long, the moon decided to shy away amongst the morning clouds, leaving the star under the faint rays of the sun. One day, the sun lost her rays and chose to set west, leaving the lone star twinkling to her own beat in the ink black night sky.

Will the moon ever emerge again to reunite with his star in their sky of lullabies?

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