Eyes Beyond Earth

I look up.

The sky stares back.

Silent.

Infinite.

Unreachable — yet calling.

We built a mirror.

And sent it to the stars.

Not to see ourselves —

but to see what we’ve missed.

The Hubble wakes.

It opens its glass eye.

And the universe unfolds —

like a secret whispered in light.

Galaxies bloom.

Nebulas breathe.

Stars are born —

and die —

in colors no painter could dream.

Each image,

a letter from the cosmos.

Each photon,

a traveler from the past.

I see not stars,

but memories of stars.

Light older than life.

Older than time.

We —

tiny, fragile —

dared to look beyond our sky.

And the sky —

looked back.

Hubble speaks in silence.

Through light, not words.

Through awe, not reason.

It tells us —

we are small.

But not insignificant.

We are dust —

that dreams.

Eyes beyond Earth.

Searching.

Learning.

Believing.

That even the void —

is full of wonder.

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