Ever wondered why the night sky pulls you in? There's a certain something in those infinite twinkling dots. Maybe it's the way they whisper secrets of time, of how they've seen eons pass in silences we humans can barely grasp.
Yesterday, while staring at the stars, my thoughts broke into fragments - more like short-lived blinking lights above. Each thought, a little comet with reflective tails that shimmered briefly before fading into the dim canvas.
Sometimes, I hear the stars murmur. They sing, a subtle atmospheric blend, a hymn not meant for ears, but for soul and serendipities. Weird right?
This cosmos, this infinite junkyard of mysterious wonders, has stories embedded in its essence. Stories of beginnings, endings, and a whole lot in-between. It's louder than any city, more crowded than any bustling market yet held in a universal hush.
Chaotic Symphonies Matter and Musing Whispers of the Void