Ever find yourself staring at the flickering sky? It’s like a broken screen, each star an imprint from another world. Imagine if they whispered secrets of forgotten dreams—
So, last night, I found myself on the roof, a million thoughts flitting like moths around a dim light. You know the feeling, right? When the air’s too thick, and it seems every breath is sharing a memory?
“Do you believe in constellations?” someone once asked, but really… it’s not about believing; it’s about feeling. Right...?
When the night sky dances, and solitude feels ripe, remember: we’re all stardust, laughing in fragments. Click the dots above, explore the echoes—you might just find...