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A place where the sky has grown like trees.
Stars become leaves, darkness turns to soil, and light takes root.

Here, it’s okay to lose your way.
Not all stars shine at once, and not all light points in the same direction.
Each time you lift your head, a night with a different expression opens.

The forest of stars feels deeper because there are more small stars than brilliant ones.
Grain-stars, hidden stars, faint stars, nameless lights—they shelter one another and form a forest.

So when you stand here, you don’t feel alone.
You come to know that even in moments when you yourself are not shining, somewhere you are still holding up someone else’s night.

If you don’t know which star you are right now, if you’re not even sure whether you’re giving off light, that’s okay.
In the forest of stars, simply existing already makes you a tree.

Today, let’s just stand inside the forest of stars.
The night waits for us longer than we think.