You know, there's something undeniably electric about being out under the stars. Just the whisper of the cosmos — it sings to you, echoes from ages past. Have we tread the same paths in dreams, I sometimes wonder?

Remember that one night? The way the milky band stretched like a cosmic brushstroke across the sky? I spotted the stars like stepping stones, each one wanting me to take a leap into the unknown, and part of me thought, maybe just maybe, those stars blink exclusively for those who dare to traverse their glow.

As I try to catch their luminescent paths beneath my feet, I ponder the twists and turns of my own journey — a dance with the ether, a starlit collaboration of wanderlust and wistfulness. Every radiant hover, another path illuminated for a dreamer to stride.