Orion drifted through a field of stars that did not sing. They were quiet, their light dim, their voices still. He paused, sensing their silence.
"Why do you not sing?" he asked.
A faint voice answered, soft as a sigh. "We have forgotten our songs. No one has listened to us in a long time."
Orion extended his trunk and touched the nearest star. He hummed a gentle melody—a song of hope and renewal. The star flickered, and a faint sound emerged.
"You remember," Orion said.
The star's light brightened, and its song grew stronger. Other stars began to glow, their voices joining the