Ever think about the stars just above the rooftops? They whisper things, you know, things you'll never read in textbooks. Just on the tip of your fingers, just out of reach in the corridors of spacescape.
Imagine strolling through these corridors late at night, your thoughts echoing against the walls, only to be answered by the faintest signals from a distant star. "Hello," you might say, just to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Here are the constellations, as remembered by an old soul: