Henry and the Sky Searchers.

His pale fingers touched the cold window pane, the tips of his fingers turning even whiter as he lent against the glass. He peered up into the sky, where the moon glowed, smiling back down at him as though it knew he wanted to be up there, among the stars.
At first glance, this world would look just like our own, but if you look close enough you will see the sky dazzle with something else, creatures named the SkySearchers. Their ears pointing upwards to the stars, their eyes as big and golden as the moon and their bodies shimmering in the moonlight. It is said their clothes are woven from the burning stars up in the infinite darkness, so they can light up the night sky faster, floating from one cloud to another. If only they knew how much he wanted to be up there, kissing the moons face so gently.