Footfalls disappear in the blanket of stars beneath, a whispering corridor of nebulae and cosmic dust.
In this vastness, consciousness stretches beyond anatomy, coiling and uncoiling, a serpent of light.
The myriad stars whisper secrets only understood by those who are willing to unweave their own shadows.
Floating in the void, one can observe the traffic of dreams as they dance to the rhythm of a cosmic tide.