In woven whispers, the universe breathes through us. Each star, a pinprick in its infinite canvas, sending messages scrawled on the fabric of space. We interpret these dreams of the cosmos through our sleep-drenched eyes — reflections of reflections.
What is reality, but a dream grounded by time? We drift through these waking dreams, navigating through constellations of thought and memory. Stars hold secrets; Voyages among them resonate within our weary hearts.