At only days old, Astra's five daughters lie curled together in the quiet warmth of the nest, eyes still closed to a world they cannot yet imagine. Their brown coats are already marked with the rosettes and golden glitter of their father, soft promises of the wild beauty to come. For now there is only milk, and breath, and the slow rhythm of their mother's heartbeat. But ahead of them lies the long unfolding: the first opening of their eyes, the first wobble into light, the first leap into a sunlit garden alive with the hum of summer. Five sisters, five journeys just beginning, each one a small star waiting to blaze its own path across the wider world.