Once upon a time, in a faraway countryside, there lived a little boy named Arya. Arya was a boy who always loved the night sky and the stars. Every night, before sleep, he went to the window of his room and looked at the dark sky. He always wondered how the stars shone in the sky, and it seemed as if they were giving light. ...
On a starry night, a little boy named Arad sat in the yard of their house with his mother. Arad looked at the starry sky and was amazed by all those bright, beautiful stars. He said to his mother with curiosity, “Mama, why do the stars move in the sky?” Arad’s mother answered with a kind smile, “The stars look as if they are moving, but really it is the Earth that is turning. Let’s hear a story about how the stars move across the sky.” ...
In a far land, where the sky was always full of shining stars, a magic night was about to happen. All the stars had gathered in the sky and were waiting to celebrate the birth of a new star. This little star had not yet come into the world, but everyone was talking about her and waiting to see her. ...