Beneath the endless canvas of night,

our souls shimmer like stardust,

each a tiny spark within a much larger design,

a hidden pattern too vast to grasp.

In the quiet hum of cosmic winds,

whispers of ancient light tell of unity,

of souls intertwined in the fabric of time,

each a note in a celestial symphony.

We are the constellations of thought and dream,

mapped out in the ink of distant galaxies...