Celestial Threshold

Beneath the dome of stars, a portal opens wide, A gateway to the cosmos, where the soul takes flight. The night sky spills through, a canvas of infinite light, Where dreams and reality blur in a celestial sight. Wooden chairs await, silent sentinels of thought, As if to invite the weary traveler to rest. The glow of the moon filters through the circular frame, A talisman of hope, a beacon of the unknown. Here, the mundane meets the divine, a sacred space, Where the heart can wander, unbound by time or place. The stars above whisper secrets of the universe, Guiding the soul to find its own celestial verse. This is not just a room, but a threshold of the mind, A place where the ordinary becomes sublime. Through this portal, one may find their inner star, And in the vastness, discover who they are.