Once upon a time, in a pocket of the universe not too far, there lived a star with dreams. It wished to be a constellation, not just another twinkling light in the night sky.
"Why can't I be your blanket?" it sighed to the moon, who floated nearby with silver serenity.
"You are, dear star," the moon replied. "Your light weaves through the cosmos like a child's doodle on their mother's canvas."
And so, the star twinkled in delight, wrapping itself in nebulae and comets, crafting a tapestry of light. The universe chuckled softly, cradling its creations with tender hands.
Somewhere, a planet hummed a lullaby, made of whispers and wishes cast into the void. Dreams floated freely, like balloons in a child's grasp, never meant to be tied down.