With long straight blue hair tightly pulled back into a ponytail cascading down to her hips, her eyes a striking shade of blue resembling the vast ocean, filled with the glimmering stars of a galaxy. As she gazed at Ivan, she felt as though she was not being observed by a mere mortal, but by a goddess.
Stella's youthful vitality almost reminded Ivan of her younger self.
As for myself, I identify as Einsamer Stern, an observer of this memory. I wonder if Stella is also a prophet? But there was no way to know at that moment since I didn't have that information yet.
It was rare for humans to have natural blue hair, so she was instantly drawn to Stella. As for me, I observed her closely, knowing that this was just a memory and I couldn't interact with her. There were so many questions I wanted to ask Stella, but it was impossible to do so.
