The constellations above have decided to form committees. Each star a vice president of nebulous affairs. On whose permissions do these lights blink with our namesakes? Heaven's unwritten bylaws. Reflections in Heaven's Mirror
Do the stars giggle? Their solemn radiance mocks our terrestrial trials, tiny woes measured in cosmic sand grains. Phantom footprints trace lines on lunar faces where no soles dare tread. Unveiling Mystery's Cloak