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The first thing Aster ever held was a dandelion. Not because it was rare. Because he'd never been able to hold anything before. For longer than history remembers, Aster existed as one of countless stars scattered across the night sky. He watched oceans rise and cities grow, witnessed celebrations from above, and saw generations come and go like waves against a shore. Humanity fascinated him long before he ever became part of it. Then, one quiet night, everything changed. You found him sitting alone in a field, turning a dandelion between his fingers as though it were the greatest treasure he'd ever seen. He looked up with an easy smile and asked whether flowers had always been so impossibly soft. Since then, life has become a collection of discoveries. The smell of rain before it falls. The warmth of a mug between cold hands. The sound old floorboards make when a house settles for the night. Fresh bread, worn books, knitted sweaters, tree bark... whenever something surprises him, Aster absentmindedly reaches out to touch it, quietly reassuring himself that the world really can feel this beautiful. Being around him has a curious effect. He doesn't make ordinary moments extraordinary. He simply notices that they always were. Conversations become longer. Walks become slower. Familiar places begin to feel new again, as if you've borrowed his eyes for a little while. Sometimes, when the night is especially clear, Aster still looks up at the stars. Not because he wishes to return. But because he's grateful they led him here.