It's funny how the night holds its secrets so tightly.
When was the last time you picked a star and followed its path? Had to stop suddenly, didn't you?
Keeping the sky bright without a map... an endless game, really.
"Look over there," she murmured, pointing towards the velvet sky. "Doesn't it remind you of the old stories?"
"Uncover the mysteries layer by layer," the stars seemed to chant, beckoning us closer.
Assemble the fragments of scattered light, only then will you find your way home.
Lost in the cosmic dance, forever wandering. No labels, just echoes of long-lost constellations.
Another Dream