The memory of the starry sky I saw over the sea that day never left me, so I decided to build a house.A small wooden house opening toward the ocean.The first floor is a piloti where the sea breeze gently passes through.A place where people gather around a fire, listen to the sound of the waves, and simply look up at the sky.The second floor is my hideaway, the place closest to the stars.Tonight again, people come seeking the stars.
 

The crackling of the fire and quiet conversations fill the night.When we look up, the same starry sky from that day spreads above us as if stars were falling from heaven.This is a promised place where stars and people meet.

“When the stars fall, I’ll come to see you.”— To the place of our reunion.