Once upon a time, under a canopy stitched from celestial ink, the stars held conversations. These were not the kind of talks you hear at dawn, resting in the huddle of waking towns. No, these were ancient, timeless, elusive like the halo of moonlit fog.
Tonight, lie back and let the murmurs of the universe charm you into slumber. "Have you ever counted them?" a voice gentle as comet tails asked. "Never," came another breath, echoing from the depths of a cosmic sea.
Each flicker is a sliver of time, caught mid-breath. Did you hear the lullaby woven between their pulses? It spoke of forgotten suns, curating silence with the tender touch of autumn leaves.
Drift over to wherever the light leads or perhaps linger with whispers at the craters of conversation.