The stars spoke softly, their light weaving stories into the fabric of night. Each twinkle a voice; a sigh from the celestial realm, a murmur through the cosmic void. As I lay under this vast sky, I felt the weight of ages past pressing gently upon my chest—an embrace from the universe itself.
It was here among the murmurs I found a sense of déjà vu, a familiar echo that whispered greetings from aeons untold, from places beyond the reach of time. It recalled memories of worlds I had never walked and skies I had never seen, but these were dreams woven into the soul of existence.
Do you also feel it? The resonance of a million unheard stories, pulsing softly, like a heartbeat? The universe remembers. It holds the fragments of every journey, every path taken and forsaken. The stars remember.