[ Because it's Luka, she can relay this forwardly and without preamble or set up. She pulls the blanket up a little more, even though she doesn't need the warmth. ]

A shooting star fell from the sky once, in my homeland.

[ Her expression sobers, watching the dark blanket of space — as if at any moment, she might see another one. ]

What we thought was a miracle ended up being the end of everything.

[ After discussing this with several other contestants, she's able to keep her tone more distant and objective, keeping the words vague and somewhat fantastical. Luka already knows what's out there among the stars — she's sure he can imagine all kinds of ruin that a fallen star might carry, even if she doesn't lay them out specifically. ]

I can't help but has this feeling it will happen again, someday, when I look out there.