You know when the night whispers in colors no one's ever bothered to name? That's the stardust heart calling.
There are tales, spun from the silk of moonbeams, of gems that float on dreams. Each pulse of the heart sends ripples through the fabric of infinity, and those ripples catch the light in a way that only those who have flown on the back of a desire can understand.
Imagine standing on the edge of a star, barefoot and free, feeling the cool stardust settle like a forgotten memory. The gems here? They shine not because of their own light, but because they remember everything the heart has ever loved.
Want to dig deeper? Follow the pathways carved out by ancient whispers:
Whispering Trails