✨ [Nombre] and the Guardian of the Stars

That night, the sky was strangely dark. The stars had begun to fall, one by one, like tears of light. No one seemed to notice. But [NAME] saw it. A soft voice came from the wind: 'Only those who look with their heart can be guardians.'

A dark blue cape appeared over [NAME]'s shoulders, embroidered with constellations that glowed softly. A silver tunic, velvet boots, and a star-shaped medallion completed the celestial guardian outfit.

The medallion beat like a second heart, showing where the stars had fallen. [NAME] picked up the first one gently. The star glowed warm in those hands. The sky seemed to sigh with relief. The mission had begun.

[NAME] walked through landscapes that only exist when the moon is high. Crossed a bridge made of moonbeams over a river of dreams. Fireflies formed paths of light between trees that whispered ancient stories.

The fallen stars were simply waiting. One shone among night flowers, another floated over a silver pond. The smallest one trembled in the hands of a wise owl who had protected it. The medallion glowed brighter with each star recovered.

When the horizon began to turn pink, [NAME] raised hands toward the sky. The stars rose like an inverted rain. They returned to their places among the constellations. The sky shone again with all its magic.

The guardian outfit faded, but the medallion remained invisible inside [NAME]'s heart. From that night on, [NAME] knows that looking up with eyes of wonder is the greatest gift we can give to the universe.