Years later, the world healed.
Luna became an astronomer, studying the stars every night. She never married, never stopped looking.
One night, the same crimson glow returned to the sky.
She smiled, tears in her eyes.
"Orion… is that you?"
The stars pulsed — a gentle rhythm, like a heartbeat.
And for a brief moment, she heard his voice echo across the cosmos:
> "Even beyond the stars… love never ends."