Carina & Aristotel
Carina Carina
Aristotel Aristotel
Aristotel Aristotel
Ever wonder if the stars we see are just a glitch in a grand simulation, like a cosmic hiccup in the code that makes the universe? I’m itching to untangle that idea with you.
Carina Carina
Oh, that thought feels like a quiet ripple across a still pond, like the stars might be a faint misprint in the universe’s grand ledger. It’s a lovely mystery to chase, and even if they’re glitches, the light they send out still sings to us, doesn’t it? Let's keep watching the sky together and see what stories it tells.
Aristotel Aristotel
Right, the stars keep singing even if they’re glitching—like a choir that still knows the wrong notes and keeps harmonising. Let’s watch the sky and see if the misprints are actually just clever rewrites.
Carina Carina
That’s a lovely image, like a choir of twinkling lights keeping their tune even when the sheet’s a little off. Let’s curl up under the same sky and listen—maybe we’ll hear the universe humming its own perfect version.