"Aaron, I have met someone at the college. Her name is Naomi."
"Oh? What is she like?"
"Her hair is white like ash, the same grey as her eyes, though she is only nineteen. She is an undergrad in astronomy."
"Astronomy? Really?"
"Yes. And she is a poet, too."
"How did you meet her?"
"I ran into her in the library while I was researching for an essay. She was surrounded by books, stacks and stacks of them, her hair like a white curtain 'round her face."
"And next?"
"I walked past, allowing her to remain focused but she looked up at me and pinned me with her gaze and asked me my name."
"And you told her?"
"Yes. Then she asked me if I would be interested in helping her find the history of a certain constellation. You won't believe which one."
"Tell me."
"Perseus. He's a hero, but his name is translated as destroyer, and he carries a sickle-shaped sword. The legend said he was placed in the sky as a constellation after he died."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"The legend reminded me of you. So much hardship, so much blood, but alive in the end."
"Unlike most heroes of myth."
"My point exactly."
"I might be interested in meeting this 'Naomi' character."