A June Night in the Northern Forest
The wind drifted through the ancient pines, carrying the scent of resin and the last traces of snow that winter had left behind. Above, countless stars burned quietly across the night sky.
Then...
A small star appeared.
Nina UWU.
No fanfare.
No grand announcement.
Only a quiet light, kindling a single star in remembrance of those who had long passed from the Silverhides.
Behind him, Gergo's dark silver tail gave a slow, gentle sway.
He stood beneath the sky for a long time, saying nothing.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough, like weathered timber and stones worn smooth by countless winters.
"Thank you... Little Star, Nina."
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From that night onward, the Silverhides passed down an old tale.
They said that, every so often, a star would appear above the Northern Forest—one that belonged to no constellation known to man.
They called them Starkeepers.
Small lights from distant lands, quietly watching over the memories of the fallen, ensuring that their names would never fade from the sky.
