The Cosmic Campfire

The world falls silent here, where the warm glow of the fire meets the

cold stars. There is a ancient rhythm in the crackle of wood and the

whisper of the waves. Under the watch of a billion stars,

the small flames feel like a private universe. Every curl of smoke tells a

story of wood returning to the sky from whence it came. We are observers

of a silent conversation between the earth, the fire, and the cosmos.

In the stillness, we find a clarity that only the darkness of night can provide.

Time seems to slow down here, where the only clock is the burning of the