There’s a lighthouse far away towards the horizon to her right.

There’s a faint and blurry light ray circling around it.

Specks of stars decorate the night sky in the background.

The sight is familiar in a way.

That’s right!

It reminds Harley of her bedroom. Her Mama helped her stick glow in the dark stars on her ceiling for her to gaze at when she goes to bed.

They always looked magical in the dark.

But…

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