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Now the historical fiction titled under the stars:
Maria always believed the best things in life happened under the stars.
Growing up in a small town in Spain, she spent her evenings sprawled on rooftops, tracing constellations with her fingertips. The sky was her friend, her secret keeper, her endless playground.
So when she boarded a ship to America, she made a promise to herself—she’d follow the stars wherever they led.
Life on the ship was far from glamorous, but it was exciting. She met Henry, an English astronomer who carried a notebook filled with doodles of the moon and faraway planets. He was the kind of person who could explain the universe in a way that made it feel magical.
There was Elena, a bright-eyed girl traveling with her family, who swore she’d open a bakery the moment they arrived. Every afternoon, she shared stories of pastries and sweets so vivid Maria could almost taste them.
And then there was Theo, a musician who spent his days humming melodies and tapping rhythms on the railing. “The ocean sings,” he told her once. “You just have to listen.”
Together, they found joy in the little things—the laughter of seagulls, the way the sky melted into pinks and oranges at sunset, the endless games of trying to spot dolphins in the waves.
By the time the ship reached America, Maria knew one thing for sure.
She wasn’t just following the stars.
She was following friendship, adventure, and all the beautiful possibilities ahead.
And as she stepped onto the new land, she whispered a quiet promise to the sky—she’d never stop chasing the wonder of the world.
Maria never imagined how vast and bustling America would be. The docks were overflowing with people, voices overlapping in a whirlwind of excitement. It felt like stepping into a whole new world—one brimming with possibilities.
Elena grinned as they walked through the streets. “First stop: the bakery!” she declared, already planning her dream shop.
Theo hummed beside her, taking in the sounds of the city. “You hear that? New York has its own music,” he said, tapping a rhythm against his suitcase.
Maria had always followed the stars, but here, on land, she was following something just as magical—friendship, adventure, and the promise of something new.
Henry had found a place to stay near an observatory and invited Maria to visit. “You know more about the stars than half the people studying them,” he told her. “It’d be a shame not to keep learning.”
She did visit, and for the first time, she saw telescopes so big they could capture the tiniest details of the heavens.
Night after night, she watched as the sky stretched above her. It didn’t matter where she was—Spain, the ocean, or this new land—the stars remained the same.
One evening, as she traced the constellations with her fingertips, Theo sat beside her, quiet for once. “I think you belong up there,” he said, tilting his head to look at her. “Or maybe the stars belong to you.”
Maria laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Maybe they belong to all of us.”
And as they sat there, under the wide, endless sky, she realized she didn’t need to chase the stars anymore—because she had already found exactly where she was meant to be.
Thats it and always remember to LOVE YOUR LIGHT
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