Tales trickle in of how in the Mortal world, there exist these beautiful things called stars— balls of burning gas that show themselves during the hours of the night. And how, in the Celestial world there are also somesuch similar to these stars. Juicily fat immortal fireflies fill their lofty skies fit to burst, like the packed seeds of a pomegranate.
Stars do not exist in Horai, the world-between. However, the subjects of the Dragon King’s realm do not mind, for what is there for the heart to desire for something that it has never known?