Hey Hooligan, I just wandered into a dream where the moon keeps secrets on the wind—thought you might like to hear what it whispered about breaking the usual rules.

The moon was humming a tune that feels like a spell to break the ordinary—she said the stars will rearrange themselves when you dare to dance out of line, and that the night wind carries a recipe for freedom that only the brave can taste. If you listen closely, you’ll hear it humming “step on the old path, skip the rules, and let the sky read your song.”