Baskara stood on a cliff's edge, gazing at the endless expanse above. His heart was filled with wonder and a burning desire to uncover the lost constellations of Langit.

The air was crisp, and the scent of dew-kissed grass lingered around him. "The sky holds stories untold," he murmured, clutching his celestial map tightly.

Lara, the guardian of forgotten dreams, emerged from the shadows of the cosmos. Her eyes held the depth of galaxies, and her presence was both serene and commanding.

She watched Baskara with a knowing smile. "You seek the lost constellations, young cartographer," she said, her voice a melody of the stars.

Baskara's eyes widened in awe as the stories of old unfolded before him. The constellations spoke of heroes and legends, of dreams and destinies intertwined with the fabric of the universe.

"This is incredible," he breathed, his voice filled with reverence.

Lara turned to Baskara, urgency in her gaze. "You must protect these stories, Baskara.

Their existence depends on your courage and wisdom," she implored.

Baskara and Lara watched as the sky settled into tranquility, the constellations shining brightly once more.

A sense of fulfillment washed over Baskara, knowing he had safeguarded the stories of the sky.

"The constellations will guide you on your journey," Lara said, her voice a gentle promise. Baskara nodded, his heart brimming with gratitude and hope.

"Thank you, Lara. I will honor the stories of Langit," he vowed, ready to embrace whatever the skies held for him.