My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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"Life has passed like a continuous torment;
I have been killed by the very hands of this existence."

"In this estrangement, this hue of familiarity—
Listening to your words, the wise will hang their heads in despair."

  (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

In the vast expanse of space, where silence is more profound than any void, I float—adrift in an endless sea of stars. I’m not sure how I ended up here, in this dream or maybe this is where I’ve always belonged, among the stars I’ve admired since I was a child. I was just a young boy, with dreams bigger than the world itself.

I wanted to shine bright, to be seen, to be something more than just a fleeting moment in time. The stars were my friends, my guides, each one a diamond in the sky, showing me that there was more to life than what we could see, touch, or even understand. I believed in miracles, in the idea that fate had something special in store for me. But fate has its own cruel way of teaching lessons, of showing you the reality you never wanted to face.

My world—both the one around me and the one within me—ended. It didn’t explode in some fiery blaze of glory, it just…faded. It slipped away in the same way a dream does when you wake up, leaving behind only the echoes of what once was.

I remember the first time I looked up at the night sky, truly looked. It was a moment of awe, of wonder, as if the universe was whispering secrets to me. And I wanted to be part of that mystery, to find my place among the stars. I wanted to shine as bright as they did, to leave a mark on the universe that would last forever. But now, as I float here, weightless and adrift, I realize that maybe I was always meant to fade, just like the dreams of my youth.

Life is funny that way. You start out so sure, so certain that you know what you want, what you need. But as you move forward, you find that nothing is ever as simple as it seems. The dreams you held so tightly begin to slip through your fingers, like sand, leaving you grasping at emptiness. And in that emptiness, you find yourself.

I’m floating here, in the silence of space, and all I can think about is how quiet it is. How peaceful. Maybe this is what it feels like to finally let go. To stop fighting against the current, to stop trying to be something you’re not. Maybe this is what it means to find peace.

I wanted to believe that life had meaning, that everything happened for a reason. But now, I’m not so sure. Maybe the stars I admired so much were never meant to be guides, but reminders—reminders that even the brightest lights eventually burn out. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s enough to have been, to have existed, even if only for a moment.

As I drift further into the darkness, I think about all the things I’ve seen, the people I’ve loved, the dreams I’ve chased. They’re all part of me, even now. And maybe that’s what it means to shine—not in the way I once thought, but in a quieter, softer way. A way that leaves a lasting impression, even in the silence.

I’m not afraid anymore. Not of the darkness, not of the silence. I’m at peace, knowing that I was part of something bigger, something more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. And as I close my eyes, letting the stars guide me one last time, I realize that maybe, just maybe, I’ve found my place among them after all.

"I was just a young boy, trying to make sense of a world that never made sense. But now, floating in the vastness of space, I understand that life was never meant to be understood, only lived. And I lived. That’s enough for me."

(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Wooyoung slowly stirred from his sleep, the remnants of his dream fading as he blinked his eyes open. The morning light filtered through the cracks in the blinds, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. For a moment, he just lay there, absorbing the warmth and the quiet of the new day. Then, he turned his head slightly and saw San lying next to him, his face relaxed in peaceful sleep.