There you stand, in the quiet hour, peering into an abyss sprinkled carelessly with beads of light, each having whispered secrets untold. Do you hear them? Their soft, silvered laughs echo through the eons, a conversation only half understood.
Once upon a moonlit stroll, you might have stumbled upon our dear star, twinkling in the way that makes one forget the world below. Wander here more often, and you'll see it, mayhap alone or accompanied by its cosmic friends.
Did you ever trace the lines between stars with your finger, stitching constellations across the night sky? We've caught some here, loose threads of light that we dare not tie too tight. Among them is Gliese, spinning tales of interstellar oceans and forgotten sand castles on alien shores.
Maybe, just maybe, if you sit quietly long enough, the stars will lean down and share a secret or two. Either that or you might concoct a story yourself, weaving threads from your wandering thoughts like the ancients did. Listen closely, brave dreamer.