In a quiet corner of the world, in a picturesque village where days were filled with laughter and nights with twinkling stars, lived a boy named Basty. From a young age, Basty had a very special dream: he wanted to be an astronaut. On peaceful nights, as the stars sparkled in the night sky, he would lie in bed and immerse himself in distant worlds, dreaming of exploring planets and sailing through constellations.
Basty's room was decorated like a little universe of its own. The walls were adorned with glowing stars that lit up in the dark, and a large mural showed a rocket launching toward the stars. His toys were spaceships and astronaut figures, and his books were filled with stories about the vastness of space and the adventures of those who explored it.
As Basty grew older, his passion for space only grew stronger. By the time he was ten, he not only played with his space toys but also read books about stars, galaxies, and comets. His dream of becoming an astronaut remained as strong as ever.
And then, time passed, and Basty found himself living in a reality that felt like it had been plucked from his dreams. Now he was an experienced astronaut aboard the International Space Station (ISS), where days blended into nights, and the stars seemed closer than ever. Life in space had its own quirks, and each daily task presented a new challenge.
One afternoon, as he prepared for one of his daily routines aboard the ISS, Basty headed to the bathroom module. There, he had a special soap bar designed specifically for space, wrapped in a package decorated with rockets and stars. This soap bar, though small and seemingly harmless, had a little surprise in store.
As he started using it, Basty noticed that the soap wasn’t behaving as expected. Instead of staying put, it began to float and spin in the air. It seemed to have a life of its own, moving from side to side with mischievous energy. Basty tried to catch it, but the soap kept slipping away, spinning and twirling in the microgravity, leaving a trail of bubbles that floated slowly like tiny stars in a gentle, celestial dance.
The scene turned into a sort of cosmic game. The soap moved with unexpected grace, and Basty, laughing, tried to catch it as it floated around the bathroom module. The task became a small space adventure, filled with light movements and floating bubbles.
Finally, after a fun and unexpected chase, Basty managed to capture the soap and get back to his routine. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how peculiar the moment had been. Though his life as an astronaut was full of wonders and discoveries, these small moments of surprise were also part of the magic of space.
But instead of lingering in that moment, the scene gently began to fade into darkness, like a dream dissolving upon waking.
As the darkness lifted, we found ourselves back in Basty’s childhood room, when he was still a little boy. He was sitting at his drawing table, surrounded by his space toys and adventure books. His eyes sparkled with the excitement of imagination and the longing for future discoveries.
On his drawing pad, there was a special picture: a soap bar floating in space, surrounded by bubbles and stars. And there, in one corner, a small astronaut — who looked a lot like Basty — was trying to catch the playful soap with an expression of concentration and joy.
Basty smiled as he gazed at his drawing, feeling like he was building a bridge to his dream of becoming an astronaut. Though he wasn’t an astronaut yet, his drawings and his imagination were his first step toward the stars.