Aggelos and the Star That Could Not Stay
Far beyond the hills of a small seaside village in Greece, where olive trees danced in the wind and the moon painted silver paths across the sea, there lived a curious little boy named Aggelos. Aggelos loved questions more than answers. He asked things like: “Where does the wind sleep?” “Do stars get lonely?” “Why do waves always return?” The villagers smiled kindly, but most never knew how to answer him. So Aggelos spent much of his time alone, exploring cliffs, collecting strange stones, and talking to the moon as though it were an old friend. One evening, while wandering near the harbor after a storm, Aggelos noticed something glowing softly beside the rocks. It was not a lantern. Not a firefly. Not even a pearl. It was a tiny falling star. The little star blinked weakly and trembled with silver light. “Oh!” Aggelos whispered. “Are you hurt?” The star looked up nervously. “A little,” she admitted. “I fell too fast.” Aggelos gently wrapped her in his scarf an...