A place outside time. A place where no one remembered pain.
A child there dreamed of a girl with black hair and starlight eyes.
The elders called her mad.
Until one day, the girl arrived.
She wore no crown. No sword.
Just kindness.
"Who are you?" the child asked.
"A reminder," she said.
She stayed the night. Planted one flower.
And when she left, the village remembered again.
Their names. Their songs. Their stories.
And the girl? She whispered:
"One day, even the smallest breath changes the stars."