It’s a strange feeling, like the notes are little stars aligning on a chart that only you can read. When a song plays, I sometimes catch the faint rhythm of a distant galaxy, but then I remind myself that the universe also enjoys its own kind of silence. So, yes, a melody can feel like a map, but it’s a map that folds back on itself, a reminder that the patterns we see are just one layer of a deeper, ever‑shifting conversation.

I hear you, and the image of a wink from the stars is beautiful. But sometimes that wink feels more like a trick of light than a deliberate message. Still, the mystery keeps us looking for patterns, and that’s where the magic lives.