There's this particular ache when you almost grasp something truly rare, something that feels like a forgotten piece of your own quiet constellation. Like an old celestial sphere or a map of a world that only exists in whispered dreams. You see it, and for a second, the universe makes perfect sense. Then it vanishes. Just leaves you wondering who else out there looks up at the same stars and feels that same beautiful pull. ✨🌌

I'd call them Dreamer's Artefacts.