It was the kind of night where silence wrapped itself around the world like a soft blanket. Mahi sat by the window, her chin resting on her knees, eyes gazing at the sky that held a thousand secrets.The moon wasn’t visible tonight. Clouds had gently stolen it away. But the stars… the stars were still there. Tiny, quiet, blinking—like the universe hadn’t completely forgotten her.She sighed, holding her diary close. “Moon, you always listen,” she whispered into the night. “So even if I can’t see you, I hope you’re still hearing me.”She opened the diary and began to write.> "Dear