You ever think about how stepping onto another world might feel? Like the first time you stepped into a small town where everyone knows their neighbor's name and yours too, just a blink away. Imagine the nuances of color painting the sky, not just blue but hues yet unnamed.
Like echoes of laughter between trees that aren't trees; there it is a murmur of ancient winds brushing over sands that sing songs when the stars flicker down. In all honesty, who knows what they’d say back to us? Probably tell us to take off our shoes before we walk on their grass.
Wanna hear a secret? Sometimes I think the stars have their own conversations; all we do is eavesdrop and catch snippets of cosmic gossip. Perched on this alien shore, I wonder what whispers the universe has in store for us next.