One day, a child looked up at the sky and asked:
"Who takes care of the Sun?"

People laughed:
"No one needs to take care of the Sun. It will always be there."

But the child thought differently.

What if one day the Sun grew weak?
What if it needed help?

So the child decided:
"I will take care of the Sun."

The child shared this idea with others.
Some laughed.
Others paused to think.

And little by little, more voices said:
"Us too."

And even without knowing how...
And even without being sure...
They began to take care of the world,
of energy,
of the stars.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 1002 AF.