The Lost Island of Echo Bay

 The Legend of Echo Bay

A small neighborhood had a child named Orion who had a tendency to gaze at the night sky. Every evening he would be on his roof with a telescope, totaling stars. One night, though, something out of the ordinary was observed: a heavenly star had disappeared! Another evening, one more star was missing. Also gone was one more henceforward night.

Orion’s Plan

Orion stayed up late observing closely, resolved to solve the riddle. He saw a shady shape glide across the sky as the town slept, reaching out and grabbing a star! The star was placed into a small bag and flown off.

Orion gasped. not a star burglar

He ran without stopping to tie a lamp to his father's old kite and let it drift into the sky. Gripping on tightly, he floated toward the robber, rising into the sky.

Meeting the Star Thief

Orion found the enigmatic presence head-on. His eyes glared like galaxies, his skin glittered like the night sky. Orion inquired, "Who are you?"

"Noctis am I." "Forgotten stars I gather so they will not fade away."

Orion scowled. “But the stars are meant to shine for everyone, after all; they belong in the sky!”

A Deal with Noctis

The Lost Island of Echo Bay.

Noctis moaned. "I will return a star, however, provided that you give me perhaps your most joyful memory."

Orion pondered his number one recollections — his mom's sleeptime stories, summer evenings with fireflies, his most memorable falling star. He was unable to part with any of them.

Then, at that point, he had a thought. "Consider the possibility that individuals began taking a gander at the stars once more. They wouldn't be neglected."

Noctis thought briefly. Then, at that point, with a flood of his hand, the stars in his sack flew once more out of sight, sparkling more brilliantly than previously.

"You are astute, Orion," Noctis said. "Continuously make sure to look into it." Then, he blurred into the evening.

The Stars Shine Again

As Orion floated back down to his rooftop, he smiled. The stars were safe, and their magic would never fade—as long as people remembered to look up.

Moral of the Story

⭐ True beauty is meant to be shared. Never stop looking up at the stars.

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