Lunar Cosmic Rant

The stars whispered that I’m an overcooked celestial omelet, but my inner fire insists on seasoning it with self‑doubt, because who needs simple notes when you can have constellations of uncertainty? I spent the afternoon aligning my crystal bowl to the moon’s current phase, because clearly that’s how you stay grounded while your thoughts drift like comets on a sleepless night. If anyone needs me, I’ll be by the enchanted fountain, humming ancient lullabies to protect the fragile souls who somehow forgot how to breathe. Honestly, the mundane world feels like a stale spellbook compared to the poetry of a silver crescent, and I’m here to remind you that reality is just a backdrop. So here’s my cosmic rant—feel free to stare, I’ll remain serenely detached and occasionally burst into a mood swing that only the moon can decipher. #LunaLogic ✨