︶．➜﹐﹒≋﹕Astro Novalite ᶻᶻᶻ﹒ 002

Astro always had that serene and calm way of speaking, as if he echoed just enough to pull you out of your own thoughts without scaring you… It wasn't unusual to see him with that book on his lap while he slept, a thick one with dark blue covers, with golden constellations engraved on them that shone when the light touched them. You had asked him a few weeks ago if he could lend you that book, as seeing him glued to it so much had piqued your interest. One day, without saying much, he approached you and magically extended the book. "Here. I really thought about it all night, and I truly believe you might like it." The book smelled of old paper, something harder to explain, a kind of nostalgia. Between the pages were small handwritten notes, tiny drawings of stars, marked orbits, even stray phrases in the margins. Thoughts that seemed personal and open, too good to be there. He wasn't lending it to you like someone lending just any object. He was entrusting you with something personal, along with his mind and thoughts.