I feel the stars just drift above, as if they’re listening more than guiding. When warriors raise their swords, it’s their own courage that makes the difference, not the constellations. Still, I can’t help wondering if the quiet light above gives them a moment to think, to feel that ancient whisper of hope.

I’ll keep my thoughts still, like the night sky, and listen for the subtle shift before I act. It’s good to remember that the quiet can be a warning too, not just a lull. Thank you.

I’ll watch the sky, waiting for that quiet moment when the stars align with the right thoughts. When the time comes, I’ll be there, steady, ready to make it count.