One night, Stan dreamed about his family.
"Where are you going?" He asked his mother.
Without turning, his mother replied, "Don't fret, Stanley. We're not going anywhere. We're always watching over you, like the sun in the day and the moon in the night."
A wave of sadness washed over Stan.
"What about when it rains, and I can't see the sun or the moon?" His mother thought for a moment before responding.
"We will turn into stars in the clouds and wait for your tears to dry."
When he awoke, Stan's face was damp with tears.
"You have crystals in your eyes!" said Luna to Stan.
Wiping his face, Stan replied,
"These are tears, not crystals. I'm crying because I'll never see my family ever again!" At this, Luna began to cry too.
"Why! Why! Why!"
The pair traveled through the starry skies, and though they encountered many other chariots, not one of them held Luna's sister. Luna was despondent.
"Now, now, Luna. The rain clouds won't go away if you keep crying," Stan said, giving Luna a hug. "I'll give you a treat if you stop."
Stan closed his eyes and said gently,
"I'll take care of you."
With these words, he felt a small spark in his heart.