A cosmic collision of stars and moon shatters our illusions, breeding a deep aversion to the stark realities that pierce our inner core. Though that core remains etched in our being, memory’s gentle erosion might erase the pain, letting only joy linger. If happiness becomes this selective, then to whom is it truly owed? To whom dare I offer my permission, my trust? Our journey stretches so far, a list of unwritten choices, already almost out of reach.