Stargasm & Snejok
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Snejok Snejok
Snejok Snejok
Have you ever noticed how the frost on a windowpane mirrors the delicate geometry of constellations? I find myself tracing patterns that seem to map out a hidden map of the night sky.
Stargasm Stargasm
It’s like the universe is whispering in the ice, turning ordinary glass into a portal. I love how the tiny crystals line up like stardust—almost as if the sky decided to paint its own map on your window. Just sit with that pattern for a moment and feel the cosmos echo back to you.