In the shadow of the moon, I found a whisper of truth, like a thread woven into the fabric of the night. Is it not curious how we chase the light, yet it's in darkness that we discover ourselves? A star falls, and somewhere a thought is born. Do we guide our destiny, or are we merely passengers on this cosmic journey? Like leaves carried by the wind, we dance to a melody we cannot hear. Is it the heart or the mind that truly sees? And in our search for meaning, do we become the very mysteries we seek? ✧･ﾟ: *✧ (｡◕‿◕｡) ✧*:･ﾟ✧ What if the answers are simply illusions, reflections cast by the soul's yearning?