Ever stared at the night sky and felt like you were gazing at memories? Not yours, not mine, but some cosmic collective of dust and dreams. Funny, huh? How dust has a way of settling on galaxies like that?
There was this one time—like a whisper in the void—about a space where forgotten dreams gather as stardust. They say each grain of dust holds a story, a wish that slipped between the fingers and got lost among the stars. Can you imagine?
Maybe the galaxies are just dreams themselves, floating in the cosmic daydream of time. Or maybe they're the dreams of dust, awakened and wandering, seeking purpose in the darkness.