Location: [Parallel Universe of Minds]

That day Xingling met the first star in his life, it was a gray five-pointed star, everyone sent her the most sincere congratulations, because it is a very lucky thing to be able to get the star in life at the age of eighteen, the star is their bosom friend, the lover of life, some people may not meet it in their lifetime, because it is likely that there is no star that belongs to them in the world, the star is a distant visitor in the sky, is the incarnation of the elf, as long as it is injected with imagination, the star can be incarnated into the elf.

This is a world of ideas that needs to be recognized in order to become a reality, if someone wants to touch the star bell, as long as they don't get the approval of her mind, that person can't touch it anyway, and will be bounced away forever by an invisible force, and their world seems to have a supreme existence, that is: [Thoughts]

Just as there was a planet full of soft beds and quilts, it was the supreme [Source of Ideas] that was created by the sum of the minds of all of them.

They had thought that everyone should have a star of their own at the age of eighteen, but this wish was never fulfilled, and she asked all the animals, plants, and things in the universe, as well as the people she met, "Do you want to have a star of your own?" and their answers were "Yes." Almost all people and things in the universe want to do it, but this wish cannot be like "clouds can be eaten as food." "The same is realized.

[Someone must have lied.] Star Bell said in his heart, [Only the idea of lying will not be realized by the "source of the idea.] ]

They all have no parents, they are separated from the spirit of the source of their thoughts, they appear between heaven and earth, they disappear between heaven and earth, and although they are born uncontrollably, they disappear at the mercy of their own minds.

"Starling! Congratulations on meeting your own star. "Anonymous with envy.

Starbell hugged the gray five-pointed star and said to him.

"Thanks, but I've been infusing it with imagination for a few days, why hasn't there been any movement? What should I do?"

Anonymously touched the ceramic figure in his hand, it was a blue and white porcelain figure in a skirt, with delicate patterns on his body and clear eyes, which was a "spirit" that he had found to accept him after communicating with all the "spirits" in the world around him for thirty years.

"I've never heard of a star that can't be imagined in a few days, all the stars in the universe only need to be imagined for an hour, not a minute or a second, no exception. Anonymous said to the ceramic villain, "What do you say?"

Then he laughed and said, "Is it that you don't have imagination at all, this can be regarded as an exception, and there are people like you who get stars but are reluctant to inject imagination into them." ”

Starbell is depressed, [Why doesn't anyone believe me?]

"I really, have a very careful imagination, a very religious, very innocent imagination of them, but this star just won't come true for me, what should I do? Is there something wrong with me?"

Anonymous withdrew his smile, "I suggest you go to Grandma Astrology, she probably knows." ”

"Uh-huh, thank you!"

As he spoke, Starbell flew down.

"Oh, by the way, what do you imagine? I'm curious why the stars don't come true for you. He shouted to her anonymously from a long distance.

Starbell did not respond.