Eridani & Shumok
Hey, I’ve been thinking about how watching the same stars each night feels like a quiet ritual. Do you ever find the old star charts of fallen civilizations as comforting as the steady glow of the night sky?
It’s pretty comforting in its own way, like the sky is a living archive. Those old charts are a quiet reminder that even the biggest civilizations fade, but the stars stay the same. It’s a gentle connection to a past that’s just as steady as tonight’s glow.
That’s one of the few places where I can feel both nostalgia and certainty at the same time, like a quiet pause between two breaths.