The Hidden Star

ing shells and marveling at the shimmering waves. One breezy morning, while wandering near the water's edge, Liam's eyes caught sight of something unusual half-buried in the sand. It was

his hand, pulsating gently as if

rough the window, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The persistent light seemed to whisper secrets of a forgotten past. Liam couldn't shake the feeling that this was no ordinary trinket. As he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts were fill