The golden boy could not tear himself away from his star, he longed to dissolve in it forever completely, ready to deviate from all his righteous paths for the sake of this heart-tugging peace and bliss of Her light in his deep eyes, the color of the bark of the oldest, healing tree in all times, like the boy himself, who healed with his faith and gave hope to all the lost and needy hearts on earth. Because of that treachery of the stars, hundreds of the best souls perished; they were burned by Her warmth and their desire to stay there forever. But the boy remembered the gold of his mother’s eyes, the light of Her soul with which she raised him. And he decided to destroy the star so that it would never again confuse the travelers who perished in this place, looking at it at night without moving, dying.