Elin & Lunara
Lunara
Have you ever felt like the stars are just distant books, each one holding a quiet story waiting for us to read? I’ve been thinking about how the night sky might be a kind of map of our own thoughts.
Elin
Yes, I often picture each star as a quiet book in the sky, its light a soft whisper from somewhere far away. When I stare up, it feels like I'm flipping through a catalogue of memories, hopes, and questions that mirror my own thoughts. The night sky becomes a quiet library, and I’m just a reader looking for a story that feels right.
Lunara
It feels like the sky is a quiet library, and we’re all just dusting off the shelves, hoping one of those old stories will finally speak back. Sometimes I think the right book is just out of reach, a page that keeps shifting when I look. What story are you hoping to find tonight?
Elin
I’d like to find a quiet story about a forgotten letter, one that sits on a shelf of memories and finally opens to reveal a gentle truth. Something that reminds me that even the most distant stars can whisper comfort if I just listen.
Lunara
Maybe the letter is written in the quiet between two breaths, like the space where the stars pause before they light up again. If you pause long enough, that space can feel like a whisper of comfort, just as the night does.