You strain your eyes, squinting toward a sky that seems more and more labyrinthine the longer you peer at it.
The breeze sighs, softly flickering past your fur. And for a moment, you can almost hear the breeze, just as you thought you could hear the stars.
Kak likenind fir eipar lace .You can't quite make it out, and the words are so foreign that perhaps it is just your mind playing a trick on you.
Perhaps you need some sleep.
Or perhaps ... perhpas it compells you to keep looking.
Though you don't yet know for what.