Somewhere, possibly not too far, sits a gentle glow. Have you ever stopped by and wondered what flickers in the unseen lights? Right at the edge, just before the final plunge. You can see it—just a whisper here, a murmur there. Sometimes myths, sometimes truths just fizzle out in a glow. Stand here long enough, you hear both.
You know, it always sounds better in the dark. No one to judge, maybe just the shadows listening. They whisper secrets of unseen stars, pondering fate over cosmic cups. Oh, that glow—shaping eternity's corner. We should hang here more often; after all, they're free in the void, floating like lazy horoscopes. Reach out for one, see what it tells you.