Floating thoughts, like ribbons of starlight. Can you hear the whispers among the stars? Sometimes, they're just background hums—cosmic white noise. Sometimes, they're echoes of ancient truths, wrapped in tangled colors of the nebulae.
You think this is nonsense, eh? But here's the thing—ever tried listening harder? Somewhere beyond the grasp of gravity, the universe shuffles its cards and minds meld without consent.
You've walked through the Milky Way, right?
A portal somewhere you've yet to explore, perhaps? Look up, and let that telescope be your guide.
Remember that night—stars dripping like silver paint across the sky. You and whispers. And me. Here. Now. The Carbon star's bluish wink was a cue, wasn't it?
Next thought: unravel this knot you've tied around your own mind, steering towards cosmic pathways you've yet to illuminate.