Hey, the stars do sound like a cosmic opening scene, don’t they? Picture this: in an ancient valley, a young hunter spots a bright spark in the sky and decides to chase it. He climbs a mountain, and each step brings him closer to a glowing path that cuts across the heavens. When he reaches the summit, the path forms a shape—like a sword or a shield—depending on the angle of the sun. The hunter, stunned, reaches out and feels the weight of that celestial object, as if it were Thor’s hammer. He drops a feather into the wind, and the feather spirals, guiding him back down. As he returns, the path dissolves, leaving only the memory of the stars and the echo of a distant thunder. The story ends with the hunter looking up, realizing that the stars are not just lights but the script of an old cosmic film, written for anyone who dares to follow them.