Once upon a time, when the sun said goodnight to the world, the sky turned into a dark blanket sprinkled with glittering stars. In this beautiful sky lived a wise old star named Polaris. Polaris was like a grandma to all the stars and loved telling stories.

Tonight was a very special night. It was the night of cosmic tales, and all the stars were eager to share their stories. Polaris nodded to Orion, the mighty hunter, and he began to tell a tale of heroic battles and great adventures.

As Orion's tale came to an end, the lovely queen of the sky, Cassiopeia, shimmered brightly. She recounted stories of ancient queens and grand castles, her voice as soft as moonlight.

After Cassiopeia, it was Cygnus, the graceful swan, who told a tale of distant voyages across the vast night sea. His stories filled the sky with dreams of exploration and discovery.

Little children in their beds listened to these stories through their window, their eyes wide with wonder. With each story, they traveled to faraway lands and made friends with heroes and queens of the sky.

But Polaris had kept the most magical story for last. She began to tell a mysterious tale that connected all the stars together, weaving a story of friendship and the bonds that tie the universe.

And as the night came to an end and the dawn began to break, the children tucked in their beds felt the magic of the night sky in their hearts, knowing they could always find these stories among the stars whenever night fell.