Veyl Hayfael liked to look at the stars as a child. It gave him a sense of awe.
Veyl was with his humble family living on the outskirts of a rural area. One night, Veyl was outside as usual, looking at the serene night sky. He was waiting for his mother to finish cooking dinner, so he decided to do his favorite hobby, stargazing, which he had developed months prior.
This night, as Veyl sat on the soft and cold grass, He noticed the surroundings were unusually still.
The wind seemed like it was holding its breath.
Over the months when Veyl started looking at the stars, he noticed that they were kind of eerie.
He would notice the strange patterns in the stars as if they were trying to tell him something.
He would also notice the stars flickering like the blinking of the eyes of living things.
He tilted his head, squinting.
They weren't just blinking.
They were watching.
He couldn't explain it. When he tries to look at the stars, they act normal, but when he looks away, he could've sworn that the stars were moving slightly. As if they were trying not to be noticed, doing this strange behavior.
Like eyes pretending to be stars.
And Veyl felt it for the first time:
That he was not alone.
That something else lived beneath his skin.
That his soul wore another's name.
That something was waiting.
Something ancient.
Something that blinked back.