Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Keito who lived in a small, beautiful village called Miyamori.
The village was shrouded in mystery. At night, it would start to glow brightly like a star, yet the villagers themselves could never see the light while it was happening. Most villagers believed anyone talking about the glow was lying or trying to steal their land and homes.
One day, while Keito and his friends were playing at the top of the mountain, Keito spotted something strange down in the village. He began screaming hysterically. Frightened by his reaction, his friends ran away.
Suddenly, Keito stopped screaming as tears filled his eyes. He hurried back home and told his mother what he saw, but she ignored him and carried on with her household chores. His grandmother, however, listened carefully to his every word.
That night, Keito lay in bed trying to sleep, but unsettling thoughts kept racing through his mind. Suddenly, he heard the door creak open. Terrified at first, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was his grandmother.
"Ah, Obaasan..." he whispered. "You aren't sleeping either?"
"Nah," his grandma replied gently. "And I think you should be sleeping too."
Keito broke down, crying in his grandma's lap. She understood exactly how frightened he was by what he had experienced.
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