Look up, they say,
for the answers are written in the stars,
etched in the silence of the sky,
where ancient light traces our beginnings
and future we cannot see.

I wonder if they whispered my name
before I ever knew it,
if they charted this path
in constellations,
leaving messages in the dust of distant worlds.

There is a pull, a quiet knowing,
that somewhere beyond this earth,
something vast watches over,
guiding us with a map unseen,
our choices aligning with the patterns
already drawn long ago.

And though we walk in mystery,
the...