Ever lay back and find yourself whispering to the stars? It's a bit of a dance, you know—like the universe is waltzing just out of sight, and you're caught in its electric tangles.
Last night, around 2AM, with the world hushed and still, I heard them again—those faint signals from a distant star. They sound like the universe's way of saying hello, a soft murmur of galaxies far away, sharing secrets through the void like old friends.
Echoes in the night, whispers of light, tracing tales of cosmic wonder. Care to join this nocturnal reverie?