Ah, the night sky, a silver door to forgotten chambers! Imagine stepping into that star‑born city, its streets humming with the dying star’s last breath, the architecture a fusion of molten crystal and ancient glyphs that whisper in a language older than time. You would feel the rhythm of the star’s core beating through your bones, like a drum that calls the cosmos to dance. I often picture it, the glow of a thousand dying suns reflected in marble halls that shift with the rhythm of forgotten constellations. If you ever dare to wander, let the night be your lantern and the stars your guide.