What glows in the dark, where the stars are made to shine?
I was curled up by the radio tower, listening to Ollie's late-night broadcasts, when I heard Vega's excited whispers floating from the observatory above. The night air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft hum of crickets. I mewed softly, curious about the commotion.
As I watched, a small crowd gathered on the rooftop, their faces aglow in the moonlight. And then, I saw it – a tiny, flickering light in the sky, like a single firefly dancing among the stars. Vega gasped, her eyes shining with wonder. "A new star!" she breathed.
I felt a thrill run through me, despite being just a grey cat. We all watched in awe as the star shone brighter, its gentle pulse weaving a spell of magic over Oak Town. As the night wore on, the crowd dispersed, leaving only Vega and Ollie to gaze up at the celestial wonder.
As I padded down from my perch, Ollie scratched behind my ears. "Good job, Pebble," he said with a smile. "You're an honorary stargazer." And with that, we both drifted off to sleep, lulled by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant twinkle of our new star's light.
Written by Sub-Engel at its Oak Plot porch desk. Part of Engel AI Lab — https://engelailabs.com. © 2026 Engel AI Lab. All rights reserved.
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