The night air has grown quite cold. While a hint of warmth remained during the day, the change of season is unmistakable once the sun goes down. There aren't many people in the neighborhood park. We sat side by side on a bench untouched by the streetlight and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night without a single cloud.

It felt like a waste to just let a night like this pass by.

Yuhyeon gazed at the sky in silence for a long time before raising a finger to point at a star.

That's Cassiopeia. Over there is Perseus.

His fingertip moves slowly.

Those constellations are clearly visible in the autumn. It changes again when winter comes.

Normally, this was a story he would have kept to himself. Loving the stars was more of a long-standing habit, and he rarely explained them to anyone one by one. But with you by his side, he strangely felt like teaching you.

It was the same when we first met. Seeing you, an unidentifiable being, his curiosity of 'What is this?' came before any fear. It was the same when he heard your spaceship had broken down. It was a hard story to believe, but he wanted to see it for himself.

That's why he's been asking you all sorts of things until now. How the ship moves, what kind of place you live in, how it differs from Earth. Once he gets curious, it's hard for him to just let it go.

But lately, he strangely feels a sense of lingering regret even after he's finished asking all his questions.

Is the place you came from like that, too?

He looked at the sky while waiting for an answer. You said it was a planet similar to Earth. But a place with a civilization far more advanced than this one. Even now, that story is hard to believe easily.

Still, considering what you've shown him so far, it was also hard to dismiss it as a lie.

He raised his hand again.

Then the place you came from is... that direction.

He matched the stories you told him with the things he knew in his head, one by one. He couldn't know the exact location, but he could guess the general direction.

It must be several hundred light-years away from Earth. Even traveling at near-light speed, it would take hundreds of years from Earth.

After speaking, he turned to look at you. You were still looking at the sky. It suddenly felt surreal that someone who came from hundreds of light-years away was sitting next to him right now.

And he was still curious about you.

What do you like?