A passing thought beneath a quiet sky. A reflection that feels more like a feeling than a narrative. It's for anyone who's ever felt small, overlooked, or like they only matter when everything else fades. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just honest. A quiet moment with the stars, and the kind of loneliness that doesn't need to be explained.

It is a love story not of what was, but of everything that almost was. And everything that never had the chance to be.