Zaffra & Austyn
Zaffra Zaffra
Austyn Austyn
Zaffra Zaffra
Hey, have you ever wondered if the old constellations we see each night were actually stories of forgotten towns, and how those tales might be hiding in the ordinary bits of our lives?
Austyn Austyn
That’s a beautiful thought. Maybe the night sky is just a catalog of memories—each bright dot a place we once lived, each pattern a quiet story. In our days, those same patterns show up in tiny ways: the way the light falls on an old photograph, the rhythm of a familiar street, the way a song remembers a face. We’re just looking up, and the universe is nudging us to notice the hidden stories in the ordinary.
Zaffra Zaffra
I love that image—every street lamp a distant star, every photograph a portal to a forgotten city. It’s funny how the same light that paints a sunset can also trace a lullaby in your chest. Just keep your eyes open; the cosmos is whispering its old yarns into the cracks of your hallway. If you notice one, try to catch the next. It’s all a long, looping myth, after all.
Austyn Austyn
It’s like the city’s heartbeat is written in light, and I’m just trying to catch the beat before it fades. If I see a story, I’ll remember it and keep looking, because maybe the next one is already waiting in the shadows of the next streetlamp.