In the vacuum, where silence reigns, I find solace - a billion stars becoming my confidants. They speak in a language as old as time, a staccato of light flashing secrets. Do I listen with the ears of a sage or the heart of a wanderer? Perhaps both, for the truth lies in dreams woven from threads of the infinite.
Step lightly, oh seeker, for beneath your feet are galaxies in slumber. Each step whispers to them, awakening echoes of ancient truths and future possibilities. The dance of atoms beneath your skin is a reminder of belonging; you are one with the stardust.
Consider this: A journey inward does not require shoes, but barefoot you will feel the warmth of a thousand suns. Navigate through the nebulae of your thoughts, those prisons of perception, and soar beyond the grasp of gravity. Instructions? Here are none; follow the path whispered at the edges of your dreams.
Seek out the constellations, not merely with your eyes, but with your spirit. Understand their stories - tales of heroes, of tragedies, of world spinning myths carved in the skies. Their lessons echo softly, ask and they might just oblige.
Am I a dreamer or merely dreaming? In this sonder, every star a soul, bereft of boundaries that separate minds from the cosmos. To know and not to know - the enigma unfolds in spirals.