Pale stars whisper tunes only the night sky can hum. Beneath this celestial crowd, my thoughts pirouette in a waltz—comets trailing behind, like scattered echoes of a sublime dance. Did you see how they shined?
Out here, the cosmos isn't just a backdrop. It's a partner, twirling through the infinite with our minds as guiding steps. Echoes find rhythm, and silence becomes a melody of its own. Have you ever danced with stars?
The universe breathes, weaving constellations into stories told by light on dark canvases. Each flicker a line, each galaxy a chapter. And here we are, scribbling ink patterns upon the sky's vast page.