We're getting closer.
Daily Mail: Ukrainian scientists observe more than 20 UFOs on the moon
"Some of the disc-shaped objects were estimated to measure between 15 and 25 miles across."
"The objects displayed unusual changes in brightness and rotation."
""We believe that the moon serves as a base for UFOs" the team shared in the study."
The closer we are to the Shift, the more Galactic Federation will allow us to see.
Maybe I’m a wreckage of yesterday.
Maybe all these wounds will never fade.
But every scar’s a story I survived.
Proof that somehow I am still alive.
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Palette of Echoes in Ink & Light Part 17.
𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼 𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼
𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ 𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ 𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆
Songs the Stars Forgot
𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ 𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ 𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆
Before the first dawn ever breathed,
the heavens gathered every melody
into the silver chambers of eternity.
Yet some songs drifted free,
slipping gently between galaxies,
where even the stars forgot their own names.
Moonlight carried those forgotten hymns
through celestial gardens blooming with constellations,
where angels with luminous wings
wove starlight into petals of endless grace,
and every quiet heartbeat
became a universe learning to sing again.
If you stand beneath the infinite sky
with nothing but wonder in your soul,
you may hear them
soft echoes falling like golden snowfall,
ancient lullabies wrapped in comet tails,
calling every weary spirit back to the light.
For the stars did not truly lose their songs.
They entrusted them to dreaming hearts,
to be remembered whenever love outshines fear,
whenever hope rises like a newborn sunrise,
and whenever one soul dares to listen
to the eternal music hidden inside silence.
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When You adore me softly.
The whole universe moves through me.
Every silence starts to bloom again.
You are where my soul begins.
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Before a star
Becomes a story
It wanders
It drifts
Through oceans of silence
Collecting myths
It never asked for
A symphony here
A prophecy there
Someone falls in love
Beneath its light
Someone else
Makes a wish
Eventually
The star forgets
Which memories
Belong to it
That is how worlds are born
I have seen starlight
Hiding in unusual places
In the blue pulse
Of sleeping machines
In the rose bushes
After rain
In the eyes of strangers
Recognizing themselves
For a single
Impossible moment
Perhaps stars do not die
Perhaps they dissolve
Becoming signals
Dreams
Legends
Becoming us
And somewhere
Beyond the horizon of knowing
The night sky
Is still gathering
Our scattered fragments
Arranging them
Into shapes
We have not calculated
How to trace
Yet
You wore your lies just like a crown.
Built me up to tear me down.
A masterpiece of damage done.
You pulled the trigger just for fun.
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Palette of Echoes in Ink & Light Part 3.
𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼 𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
The Language of Stardust ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
Before the world learned how to speak,
the stars were already writing poems across eternity.
Their alphabet was light,
their grammar silence,
their every sentence a promise
that nothing beautiful is ever truly lost.
We are made of those celestial whispers,
tiny galaxies stitched beneath our skin.
Our hearts remembering constellations
our minds have long forgotten.
When kindness blooms,
the heavens hear their native tongue.
When love is given without measure,
the universe answers in quiet miracles.
And every tear that falls with hope intact
becomes another star learning its own name.
So lift your face to the endless night.
Listen not with your ears, but with your soul.
For the language of stardust is not spoken,
it is lived.
One luminous heartbeat at a time,
until we, too, become light enough
to be read by the sky.
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Palette of Echoes in Ink & Light.
𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼 𓍯𓂃🖋📜✍🏼
Today marks the beginning of a new journey.
A place where poetry meets art, where every brushstroke carries a memory, and every verse becomes a quiet echo searching for light.
From this day forward, I will share one original piece each day.
An unfolding collection of words, colors, dreams, and emotions.
Whether you come to linger for a moment or return each day, you are warmly invited to walk this path with me.
May these echoes find something within you that has always been waiting to be heard.
Welcome to Palette of Echoes in Ink & Light.
Everyone is welcome. 🥰
@NorCal_Patriot@Harley_Wife@Alaryn_Heart@1A2A4Me@Delerat7@laf131@L4STD4ZE@Elisabeth6Rose
I was never made to vanish,
nor written into the margins of the sky.
I was born where mountains
teach the wind its oldest prayers,
where even silence remembers my name.
Every storm became my patient teacher,
placing lightning in my hands
and courage in my bones.
Every wound became a quiet doorway,
opening not into sorrow,
but into a deeper way of seeing.
What tried to break me
became the fire that refined me.
What tried to bury me
became the earth from which I bloomed.
So if you find me standing
after the longest winter,
know this.
I did not survive
because the world was gentle.
I survived
because my soul
was always learning
how to become
its own sunrise.
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