At first, Aarohi thought the young man must be confused or injured.
Coming from the moon sounded impossible.
But as she helped him sit up, she noticed something strange.
Small glowing particles floated around his hands like tiny stars.
Arion looked around the forest as if seeing Earth for the first time.
"The air feels different here," he said quietly.
Aarohi stared at him.
"You're serious… aren't you?"
Arion nodded.
"I come from a world called Lunaris. It exists far beyond your sky."
To prove his words, Arion lifted his hand.
A small ball of silver light appeared above his palm, slowly spinning like a miniature galaxy.
Aarohi gasped.
There was no way this could be a trick.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
Arion looked directly into her eyes.
"Because of you."
He explained how he had watched her through the Mirror of Worlds.
How he felt an unexplainable connection with her.
Eventually he decided to break the sacred laws of Lunaris and come to Earth.
But traveling between worlds required enormous magic.
And something had gone wrong during the journey.
Now he was stranded on Earth.
For a moment, Aarohi felt scared.
But strangely, she didn't want him to leave.
For the first time in years, someone had entered her lonely world.
And somehow… it felt right.