I was eight when I saw her for the first time.
In a dream so vivid, I woke up with her name on my lips... even though I didn't know it.
She stood under a broken streetlight, wearing a yellow dress and holding a paper star in her hand.
She didn't speak.
She only smiled - like she'd been waiting for me.
From that night, she became the constant in my chaos.
Not every night, but always when I needed her.