When the dusk settles gently on the horizon, stars begin their solemn vigil.
Each star a whisper caught in the web of night, yearning to speak in forgotten tongues.
Hear their subtle seduction, a call towards the uncharted infinite,
whispering stories of ancient navigators seeking solace in your memory.
Do you remember?
Sitting beneath the vast mural of constellations that once felt close enough to touch,
their light twinkling like promises withheld, like memories untold.
There lies a truth in their blink—the tiniest flicker holds realms beyond imagining,
encouraging evidence that the universe has secrets just for you.
There is comfort in their timelessness, an echo of your restless dreams.
Why do we linger beneath their watchful eyes?
Because they remind us of paths not taken, of journeys suspended in the fallacy of 'later'.
So let the stars whisper their dreams into your heart,
convincing you that the allure of adventure is just a step beyond the earthly plain.
Embrace the melancholic nostalgia grafted into each cosmic ember,
let it guide you through the shadows of sleep.