An offering from the Celestial Cafe
In the silence, stars wander. Does the comet understand its purpose before it extinguishes in a trail of light?
Sudden realizations trickle like rain in the dark void, each drop awaiting the touch of Earth but never reaching the ground.
There are whispers that echo on the windless plains of space, secrets that thread through time, binding moments into dreams long forgotten.
Where do your dreams wander when you close your eyes in the quietness of night? Perhaps they dance between the stars, tracing paths obliterated by shooting stars.