Ah, the endless canvas of night, sprinkled with thrumming stars that blink like secrets told in whispers. You ever sit back and wonder if those stars are winking at you, sharing untold stories from realms just past the veil?
Imagine walking on these stardust pathways, with cosmic dust settling on each word you speak, giving your sentences a shimmer only seen in dreams. You'd find echoes of laughter in nebulae and traces of memories in the orbits of distant worlds.
Do we collect these dreams like cosmic butterflies, their wings glimmering in the twilight? Each one a piece of the universe's tapestry, spinning and weaving with threads unseen and feelings unnamed.
And sometimes, while staring into the celestial abyss, you might just think, “What if I'm the dreamer, and all of this is a figment of my imagination?” Wouldn't that be a trip across the quantum sea?