It is said that the true language of space speaks not in words but in the silence enveloping countless stars. A stillness so profound is often mistaken for emptiness when, in truth, it is filled with the whispers of cosmic threads weaving destinies among the stellar expanse.
You sit in the dark, eyes fixed on the canvas above, and you start to feel what these stars have to say. It's not grand proclamations or celestial symphonies, but a gentle hum, like the quiet threads of a spider's web glistening with morning dew, waiting silently for a breeze.
Each star a note, each silence a pause, an agreement of sorts. In these vast reaches, the stars seem to share a secret dialogue—one you are now beginning to understand, if only in fragments.