The universe whispers at the edges of your comprehension. Silent voices, weaving through the silent corners of forgotten rooms. You wake in the middle of the night, a cosmic canvas filling your dreams with echoes of ancient tales half-remembered. In the break of tomorrow's light, fragments of the universe's poetry linger in the air.
A single feather twirls down from the sky, landing softly on the cracked pavement outside your window. It flutters, tracing circles in the air, before finally succumbing to gravity. As you reach for it, another pulls your gaze away—a moment’s choice that leads down the paths of forgotten myths. Each step is a whisper of the stars, a tune only the open heart can understand.