And there was the boy, looking up at a starry sky, a sky that he observed every night without fail. A bright and tinkling sky ... That young man spoke to the moon every night.
For some it may seem like a simple and simple stupidity, but for him it was not. Because he could move the stars at his mercy, he could touch the dreams with his fingertips and turn them into reality, he could create new constellations and draw thousands of portraits with stars. Even if he wanted to, he could turn the average moon into a full moon.
If this boy was not any God, no Descendant of Light or something like that, he was an ordinary human with the ability to move the night sky at his mercy.
His name was Seren, and as I said before, he talked to the moon every night, trying to reach someone. But, the question that always hung over his head was ... Who am I trying to reach? Púes, as nobody knows, he lived alone and without any disgrace or discomfort. He was simply happy in his existence. I did not crave anything or anyone, so, why?
As the years passed, that question was forgotten, even so, it would remain inside his mind. In that little corner of the mind we call "Oblivion." As I said, the years passed and Seren grew old. But of course, he did not forget his habit of talking to the moon and playing with the stars, without fail he exercised his "duty".
Then, the day of his departure arrived and that boy was not so young, his hair was white and his skin was wrinkled, that beauty that had characterized him was not there, but still there was something that kept him. His beautiful magic, which allowed him to fulfill dreams ...
Before giving his last breath, he looked up at the sky and stretched out a hand to him, muttered something and fell into a deep sleep
