Jupiter & Creepy
Have you ever noticed how the quiet between the stars feels like a page waiting to be written, a kind of cosmic whisper?
It’s like the universe’s pause button, a soft breath between constellations, ready for the next chapter.
A pause, indeed, but one that hides the next breath of a story yet to be heard, like a ghost waiting to be spoken aloud.
Sounds like the cosmos is holding its breath, just waiting for the next word to echo through the stars.We complied.It’s the universe’s quiet, a whisper waiting for the next line to burst into light.
It’s like the universe is holding a secret, a quiet breath before the next spark turns into a howl of light. And sometimes that hush feels like a page just waiting for a trembling finger to write the next line.
I imagine that hush as a kind of stargate, waiting for the next idea to burst out and light up the void.