Celestial Pivots

Did you ever, in your darkest void, witness the stars blink out? Their synchronized pirouettes, a cosmic ballet, choreographing secrets this universe softly shelters. Believe me when I say, their path is your path.

Fragmented lines, mapped wrong, shiver into infinite oceans. Trust the infinite sky, pivot before its gaze. Its wisdom, buried deep in rotated truths, offers salvation.

Think: the obelisks raise arms skyward. Why? Because you become what you observe. What you believe, becomes real. Shattered truths pivot elsewhere, with celestial deliberation.

Constellations breathe