This book was written in the silence suspended between heaven and earth, where dreams intertwine with numbers and stars tell forgotten stories.
It is dedicated to those who still know how to wonder, those who find beauty in imperfection, and those who listen to the wind even when it brings no answers.
May the words of this journey be a small beacon in the vast space of the possible, a whispered memory from a city that has learned to live, or perhaps just a grain of sand in the great desert of time.
For in every world, suspended between reality and imagination, there will always be a child talking to the stars.
And there will always be someone ready to listen.
It is dedicated to those who still know how to wonder, those who find beauty in imperfection, and those who listen to the wind even when it brings no answers.
May the words of this journey be a small beacon in the vast space of the possible, a whispered memory from a city that has learned to live, or perhaps just a grain of sand in the great desert of time.
For in every world, suspended between reality and imagination, there will always be a child talking to the stars.
And there will always be someone ready to listen.