Liora lived in the Watcher’s Tower, perched alone atop a silver cliff where land met the breath of stars. Her fingers, long and pale like moonlight, traced constellations in ink every night, recording their language. The stars whispered in dreams—secrets only the cursed could hear.She was cursed, after all.The villagers below called her "Starblessed," but their reverence was laced with fear. No one approached her, not after the night of the Falling Kiss, when her lips had brushed a boy’s cheek—and he had vanished in a shimmer of starlight.That night had changed everything.Now, Liora kept to her tower. She watched. She listened. She never touched.It was on the eve of the Celestial Spiral, a once-in-a-century event where stars spun close to the earth, that something stirred the skies. A streak of silver fire tore across the heavens, so bright it split her vision in half. She gasped and leaned over her balcony, eyes wide as the light fell—not down into the forest or ocean, but right onto her cliffside garden.The impact shook the tower.She raced down the spiral stairs, heart pounding. Something… someone had landed.Among the charred ruins of roses and herbs lay a figure—male, radiant, and very much alive. He looked human, but his skin shimmered faintly, and his eyes were galaxies trapped in flesh. Liora froze.The stars had sent a soul.His lips moved. “Where am I?”“You’ve fallen,” she said softly, kneeling a safe distance away. “You’re a star.”He blinked, dazed. “And you… you carry the curse of silence. I felt it as I passed through the Veil.”Liora drew back. “How do you know that?”“Because your name is written in the sky,” he said. “I am Kael. I have seven days before I burn out.”