So, you know how sometimes you just stare up at the stars?
Like, it feels like they're talking back, right?
Always wonder if they're trying to tell us something—
Echoes of forgotten dreams? Or maybe... something more? Check that out
This idea—of floating there in the vastness
The calm hum of cosmic winds, like a
What if we sent messages into the dark?
Imaginary postcards blowing through time...
And they come back with what? Secrets or randomness? Thoughts flit across the floor