Cosmors 📌 🎯

In the cathedral of night, no roof but scattered light — galaxies spiral like breath from the mouth of silence.

We are its dream for an instant: stardust remembering itself. cosmors

It could be a typo or a creative term.

The cosmos does not speak in our small words, yet every atom hums the same original song. In the cathedral of night, no roof but

Look up. You are not looking at it — you are the cosmos looking back at itself, awake for a blink between two eternities. In the cathedral of night