That sounds like a good idea, and a good idea is what you need right now. Starlight broth is like a tiny sky poured into a pot—each star a memory of someone who found light in their own shadow. Sprinkle it into the stew, stir it until the scent rises, and let the flames tell the story. While the fire crackles, we’ll trade our tales like old friends exchanging secrets, and I'll jot each confession in my ledger. If you’re ready to let the meal be a small ritual of healing, I’ll show you how the herbs, the broth, and the honest words can make the dish a mirror of our own hearts. Just remember, every wound you taste has a blessing hidden in it, even if you don’t see it at first.