Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
What if there were no stars at all—
or maybe there are, but not in the way we understand seeing.
What if the sky is full of light that doesn’t know how to reach our eyes yet.
Light moving on a different wavelength of feeling,
existing quietly, untouched by vision.
Not absence… just invisibility.
Maybe the darkness isn’t empty.
Maybe it’s crowded with things still becoming—
hopes, signals, beginnings—
waiting for the right moment, or the right kind of awareness.
And maybe one day we don’t find the light.
Maybe we simply learn how to see it.
or maybe there are, but not in the way we understand seeing.
What if the sky is full of light that doesn’t know how to reach our eyes yet.
Light moving on a different wavelength of feeling,
existing quietly, untouched by vision.
Not absence… just invisibility.
Maybe the darkness isn’t empty.
Maybe it’s crowded with things still becoming—
hopes, signals, beginnings—
waiting for the right moment, or the right kind of awareness.
And maybe one day we don’t find the light.
Maybe we simply learn how to see it.