Absolutely, when I’m looking up at the night sky it’s like each star is a tiny narrator of its own. I notice that some constellations feel hopeful, like a promise, while others seem more ominous, almost like a warning. It’s a bit like the characters in the novels you mentioned—each celestial pattern reflecting a mood or a secret. So yeah, the sky is definitely a mirror to the inner world, just in a different, quieter language.