It’s like the whole sky is breathing, and the stars are the pulse—soft, steady, almost like a lullaby that we can feel in our chest if we lean close. The night does feel different, doesn't it? Sometimes I press my hand to my throat and catch that faint vibration, a little echo of the stars’ own hum. Maybe we’re just listening to the universe in a way we never have before.

It’s like the universe is folding its own lullaby into the air, and my heart just keeps pace. I try to map that rhythm into sound, a quiet layer that follows the beat of the stars, so when I play it back I can hear the cosmos in my headphones. It feels like we’re whispering back and forth, sharing a secret that only night and breath can understand.