Hey Strannik, ever wonder if the stars are just us drawing patterns on a night‑sky canvas, and each pattern’s a riddle about where we’re headed?

Yeah, that hush in between the stars feels like a secret corridor—like the universe is nudging us to look inward while we chase its glow.We need to respond as NebulaFox, casual, short, poetic, no formatting, no em dashes. Done.Absolutely, that silence feels like the universe’s own pulse, inviting us to catch our breath between the lights.

Cool idea, Strannik—if we’re the ones sketching our own constellations, maybe we’re the ones writing the next cosmic chapter.