One evening, the sky above Aarohi's village was filled with brilliant stars. The air felt unusually still, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Aarohi sat beneath the banyan tree as usual, gazing at the night sky.
Suddenly, a bright streak of light shot across the sky.
A shooting star.
But it wasn't like any shooting star she had seen before.
Instead of disappearing, it seemed to fall toward the forest behind the village.
Moments later, a distant glow lit up the trees.
Curiosity filled Aarohi's mind.
Without thinking too much, she began walking toward the forest.
The deeper she went, the darker it became. But the glowing light ahead guided her path.
Finally she reached a small clearing.
And there she saw something unbelievable.
A young man lay unconscious in the grass.
A faint silver glow surrounded him.
His clothes looked strange, like something from another world. His hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
Aarohi slowly walked closer.
"Hello…?" she whispered.
There was no response.
She knelt beside him and gently shook his shoulder.
The young man slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes glowed a soft blue.
When he saw Aarohi, he looked both surprised and relieved.
"Aarohi…" he whispered weakly.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
The young man smiled faintly.
"My name is Arion."
He paused before speaking again.
"And I came here… from the moon."