You have looked up at the night sky, haven’t you? Just once, even? A backdrop of infinite stories sewn together by the ancient light.
In those quiet moments, the stars whisper tales that words often fail to narrate. Loneliness finds solace in mapping out distant constellations, drawing lines between universes seen and unseen.
We are mere echoes against the cosmic chasm, yet, the light from distant forms asks for nothing but our awe. There’s comfort in knowing they will remain as they are, long after we fade.
The night cradles our dreams—or perhaps echoes them back to us—transformed into wishes upon whispers. Wishes spoken gently by cosmic dust.
Each star holds an untold secret, an unanswered question, a forgotten memory. The vastness of silence amplifies these mysteries and wraps them like precious gems, guarding them for those who dare to listen.
Their patience is infinite, unlike time, stretching across eon-long conversations that we only just now have learned how to tune in to.
Return to the cosmos, let the antique celestial crystals remember your gaze: Beneath A Solitary Moon
Or perhaps drift further: A Nebula's Wanderlust