It's funny, how sometimes the nocturnal stars seem to whisper.
As if ancient voices linger amidst the folds of night.
You sit there, at your midnight window, wondering...
Do they even remember the sunlit days?
Starlight plays tricks on your mind, doesn't it?
Those constellations up there—they form stories and we ignore them.
Orion's belt, a cosmic fashion statement.
Taurus, a stubborn bull refusing to charge on.
They're in a constant stand-off with the sky.
Have you ever noticed how light breaks differently in the night?
Like echoes through a hollow chamber, each ray a memory untold.
Imagine shining a flashlight through a foggy abyss.
Now amplify that—echoes reverberating through luminescent air.