Rachel sits on the edge of a tower. Her hood is pulled back and her purple hair waving in the breeze. She watches as a shooting star gets larger and larger in the night sky. Within a minute, the shooting star has become a young lady with flaming red hair. She hovers before Rachel and smiles.

“Raven! I have been searching for you,” the lady of the flaming hair exclaims.

“Hello, Kory,” she responds, melancholy in her voice. Rachel’s attention returns to looking at the stars.

“May I join you,” she asks, concern in her voice.

“Yes, of course,” Rachel replies, absently.

“What is bothering you, friend,” asks Kory, swooping down and taking a seat.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing in particular.” Rachel sighs for a beat, taking a quick look at Kory, before continuing. “It’s just… when I was training in Azarath… there was nothing to look up for.”

“Were there not stars in the sky,” Kory asks, a tad bit surprised.

“Maybe somewhere, I suppose. But we had to focus on training our minds. No distractions. Yet… I searched for stars in the night sky that I couldn't see.” She turns to Kory and looks into her glowing green eyes. “I wonder where you were in those moments.”

“I was on Tamaran. Looking at the stars. Wondering when I would find someone like you…”