Under the endless sky

I stir the night sky.
Stars shimmering, flickering, reflecting with myriads of tiny lights in your eyes.

Stretch your arm.
Touch the Milky Way. Let it swirl, waves rippling, filling the space between the voids with new life, new dreams.

Which one is yours?
Which one is mine?

Dots, lights, sparkles forming, merging, moving into constellations, images, patterns. Two open hearts - one universe. They say anything is possible under this endless sky.

You just need to believe in your stars.