The constellations whisper softly, do you hear them?
"If you want to understand the stars, you must first learn to forget," she said, tracing circles in the air with her fingertips.
"Anchor your dreams in the sky," murmured a voice from the shadows, barely distinguishable but undeniably present.
Step by step, we shall guide you through the labyrinth of night.
Keep your gaze steady and your intentions clear:
Night Beacons await your discovery.
In the sea of dreams, not every star is a guide, some merely dance, entangled in their own journeys:
Listen close to Thought Clouds.
"Did you hear," he whispered, "that all constellations were once dreams of a different kind?" The answer lay in the silent echoes.