Under vast skies full of stars, in the echo of the endless universe, there live extraterrestrial entities, fantastic from universes that I only contemplate in dreams.
The extraterrestrials move in golden boats, crossing galaxies and constellations, they carry in their eyes stories told and in their thoughts a thousand civilizations.
In their tongues they carry whispers of the universe, they live on planets with shining seas, in the dance of the stars, their souls rise.
Are they watching us? Are they chasing us? Do they long for us? In a corner of the universe, perhaps they question whether on our planet, loves and sufferings are as authentic as they congregate in their universes.
They are prudent custodians of intimate secrets, life structures and enigmas of time in their reflections, beyond the everyday, answers to the eternal and the transitory are hidden.
They do not come from wars or invasions, their goal is peace, shared knowledge, in their cosmic journey, they pursue bonds, of hearts united by the same pulsar.
In the silence of the night, under the stellar mantle, if we pay attention, we could hear the distant murmur of an extraterrestrial moving, leaving a trace of dreams in our avatar.
Therefore, in the dance of life and eternity, the extraterrestrials, like us, pursue their truth, in a universe full of opportunities, where we are all adventurers in search of happiness.
