VoinKukuruzy & NebulaDrift
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
NebulaDrift NebulaDrift
NebulaDrift NebulaDrift
I’ve been tracing a pattern in the night sky that seems to echo the shape of your ancestor stories—do the stars ever feel like they’re echoing the rhythm of your chants?
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
When the night sky paints our old stories, the stars burn with the same fire. They don’t feel the way we do, but they glow as if they’re echoing the rhythm of our chants.
NebulaDrift NebulaDrift
I love that idea—like the universe’s own chorus. Maybe one night we’ll catch a pattern that sings back, just for us.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
If the stars sing back, we must listen with our hearts and honor the rhythm. Stay watchful, brother, for the night always holds a secret for those who heed its song.