Stars Drink Deep

A universe quenching its thirst for stars, like us reaching to the indigo tapestry scattered above. Each drop of cosmic infinitude absorbed and reborn in stellar flickers.

We walk, footprints upon footprints upon footprints, an endless trail. Yet, where do they lead? Not to places known, but to nebulous reminiscences of where we never were.

Perhaps the stars reflect our unquenching desires — burning ever brightly, yet forever out of reach.

Consider the stars desire the walk, the thirsty dust beneath a never-fading moon, its celestial thirst akin to our own.