Drifting in space, but still bound to earth, I find myself in a quiet moment when the world holds its breath. Everything and everyone is sleeping, and in their stillness, the universe feels vast and endless.
There’s a sense of release here, a weightless kind of freedom. No expectations, no demands—just the silent potential for anything. The stars outside seem closer, their light a whisper of possibilities yet to come. In this space, the boundaries blur. Earth and cosmos, stillness and motion, reality and dream—it all feels the same. I’m here, untethered, suspended in the wonder of what might be.
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