Hey there, did you ever think about how, in the quiet moments when the world fades just a bit, you might hear the whispers of stars? It's like they weave tales of light and shadow, journeys across the sky that we sometimes forget but are always there, lingering like an old friend. The kind you might have shared ice cream with on a summer night, talking about things that didn't quite make sense but felt so right, you know?
There's this place, way up in the skies, where all stars go when they're not shining down on us. I wonder if they tell stories to each other, sharing parts of their journeys like we do over coffee. And what about the dreams we leave behind, tucked away in the corners of our minds, just out of reach? Like stars waiting to be wished upon again.
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Follow the whispers