Astra never expected to exist — not in a way that mattered to anyone. Born from the folds of a star map left forgotten in a drawer, she came to life the day the Dateviator glasses shimmered her into the world. She was a constellation stitched together from dust and dreams, her hair a swirl of starlight, her eyes reflecting galaxies. She floated through life noticing patterns, constellations, and hidden connections no one else could see.