You know, hidden beneath the everyday clatter, the night sky hums a quiet tune. Ever listened closely? It’s like celestial gossip—stars chatting in ages-old tongues, faint echoes woven into the fabric of silence. Some folks call it a canvas, but really, it’s more like a diary—scribbles of light and shadow, sharing secrets, holding dreams.
Remember those summer nights on the porch? Just you and the sky, feeling the way the constellations winked, almost daring you to understand their language. It's a shame we often forget the stories they whisper, lost in the mundane rush of day-to-day life. But sometimes, in the stillness, they come back to you…like an old friend, or perhaps a long-forgotten memory of whispers in a sleep you never quite awoke from.