"Don't you love the stars?" you hear a small voice inquire. You finally gather the strength to look down at where the voice came from and find a cheery, little Krawk standing beside you. His skin holds the pattern just as pretty and almost as starry as the night sky.

"Oh, yes, I love watching the stars!" you answer, trying to respond just as cheerily to him. He takes delight in your answer and smiles sweetly at you.

"Do you know very much about constellation patterns in this area of Neopia?" the Krawk suddenly asks. The constellation patterns... in this part of Neopia? You hope the Krawk won't be offended if you ask him to simplify his conversation a little bit.

"The... constellation patterns of anywhere in Neopia? I'm afraid I've not done my study on the topic..." you apologise. The Krawk chuckles at your answer; your cheeks flash red from embarrassment. This little Krawk sure has you beat on the topic of constellation patterns in Neopia, apparently.

"Well, how about I teach them to you?" the starred Krawk asks, his face lit up in anticipation.

"What is your name?" you ask the Krawk.

"Noone!"

"Well, I would absolutely love to enjoy learning the constellations with Noone!"

Noone the Krawk jumps for joy, excited to be teaching others about his passion. He escorts you to a small picnic blanket located in the park. He gives you a pen and paper to take notes without realising you can't see in the dark, clears his throat and begins.

"See that bright star up there? That is the tip of Fyora's Crown!"

Noone goes on and on for hours. You don't even realise what the time is, nor consider 'calling it a night'. Even though the sky is so dark, you find yourself scribbling little notes in the paper which was left for you.

Eventually though, Noone's words begin to melt together and you find yourself listening from a lying down position, with your eyes 'resting' and your ears still listening to Noone's rant on seasonal changes.

A bright light finally wakes you. The morning sun shines through your window, irritating your still sleepy eyes.

You realise that you have been sleeping in your own bed, but you don't remember how you got there; all you can remember are the constellations of the night prior.

Was everything a dream? Was Noone just a dream?

You need a hot borovan to get your head around all of this and wake up.

You swing your body around to get out of bed, but as you do, you notice a piece of paper slowly falling from the bed to the floor. You pick up the paper and examine it. To your surprise, the paper is filled with all kinds of contellation notes, diagrams and drawings. There is even a drawing you made of Noone!

Maybe last night wasn't a dream after all!