Have you ever wished upon synthetic stars? They twinkle with a dissonant harmony over this crystalline sea, not made of melted sand and heat, but of flickers and forgotten dreams.
The other night, I found a constellation in my glittering backyard. It whispered secrets of the cosmos, or maybe just reminded me to feed the cat. Who's to say? These glassy forms laugh with ghostly echoes, inviting you to look closer and step onto paths not yet tread.
So, if you ever see a crystal bloom under your window at midnight, follow its eerie glimmer. It might lead to worlds bottled behind glass, words tangled like celestial vines.
And remember, when you walk, tread softly. The stars above aren’t really stars at all. They're just glimmers in the eye of a sand-headed owl. You know how it goes.
If you'd like to chase down some of those whispered secrets, you could wander here, or perhaps get lost in the murmurs of another path.
Look closely and you might just spot a lurking amongst the glimmers.