The Astronomer’s Widow

Elara lived in a lighthouse after her husband, an astronomer, passed away. Every night she gazed through his old telescope, searching the constellations he loved.

One evening, a new star appeared — brighter than all others, pulsing rhythmically, like a heartbeat. When she looked closer, she saw patterns of light spelling her name.

Night after night, the star drew closer, until it seemed to hover just above the sea. On the anniversary of his death, she followed its glow to the cliffs.

The climax: The ocean shimmered, reflecting a vast map of stars. In their light, she saw him — young, smiling, reaching out his hand. “Come see what I found,” he whispered.

In the morning, the lighthouse stood empty. But sailors still swear that on clear nights, two stars appear there, orbiting each other eternally.