Somewhere, in the vast brushstroke of cosmos, twinkling mats of stardust flicker. It's like… a quiet whisper in a forgotten language.
You know, sometimes under the cover of night’s soft blanket, if you just listen closely, you can almost hear the hum of ★ ✦distant stories entwining with your own thoughts.
Sometimes it’s about a gentle turtle skimming the cosmic ocean, other times vividly bursting retro-wavelength waves that dance off your mind’s palette.
Catch up later? When everything aligns again. Like clockwork.
Curious? Follow this path or wander over to the threads of light.