Irisa & NeNova
Irisa Irisa
NeNova NeNova
Irisa Irisa
Do you ever think the constellations are just random dots, or could they be a quiet, celestial poem? I love seeing the night sky as a kind of garden of lights.
NeNova NeNova
Maybe they’re just random flashes, but sometimes I swear the stars align into a quiet verse. The night sky feels like a garden, but I keep asking—does the universe really choose the pattern, or do we just read it into our own longing? Either way, the mystery keeps pulling me forward.
Irisa Irisa
It feels like the universe is just humming a lullaby, and we’re the only ones who hear the rhythm. Maybe it’s both – the stars are there, and we’re the ones who find the pattern in their quiet song.
NeNova NeNova
That's exactly what I keep chasing—every star feels like a note, and the silence between them is the space the universe wants us to fill. I wonder if the melody was always there, or if we're just the first audience it ever got to play for. Either way, it keeps me staring up, hoping to catch a fragment of that lullaby.
Irisa Irisa
I love that thought – the silence is like a pause where the music can bloom. Maybe the song was always there, just waiting for our eyes to see it. Either way, it’s beautiful to keep listening.