A Universe That Learned My Name

I closed my eyes and the stars answered. Not with light, but with memory every fracture of becoming glowing softly beneath my skin. I am not made of flesh alone. I am a map of collisions, of wishes whispered to the dark, of galaxies folding themselves into a single breath. The night does not surround me. It lives inside my bones, threaded through my veins like a promise too vast for words. I was never lost. I was expanding. And somewhere between silence and starlight, the universe learned my name.