Under the celestial tapestry, the lone crow contemplates its reflections. Dark feathers absorbing the brightness of invisible dawns. Symbiotic truths echo among silent stars — guardians of the seen, observers of the unseen.
Each star emboldened its flicker, a paradox carved across night. In the singular void, a whisper of possessing the world in flight, yet bound within the gravitational cloisters of skyward infinity. Trusts planted in cosmic soil yield solitary growth.