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A little star-ship of wonder, turning both ways at once.
Do you see it turning? A tiny star caught in silver and gold, spinning both ways at once. I plucked it from the sky where the children of the cosmos play, each face a window, each spin a song. Some call it a chariot, others a light-ship — I only know it hums with mystery, eager to carry your heart where shadows end and wonder begins.
Around your neck it rests, a star small enough to wear yet vast enough to whisper of journeys untraveled. For every turn of its lines is a gate, every shimmer a promise that the sky is nearer than you think.
Take my counsel, little one:
– Wear the star when you dream, and it may carry you further than sleep.
– Trust its spinning to remind you that endings are beginnings turned inside out.
– Silver sings like moonlight, gold glows like sunfire — both are doorways.
– Above all, remember: the star does not ask where you go. It only asks that you go with wonder.
It is yours now — a pocket of sky, a playful ship of light, a secret star to sail the unseen.










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