The universe is you

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It is night.
I exit the train station.
I feel the fresh air on my skin.
The sunset had left a purple afterglow in the sky.
Pastoral by Christian Löffler started playing in my headphones.
The first stars are appearing, and as always, I am trying to find Ursa Major.
Constellations do not really exist; they are only a projection of some arbitrary stars.
They can only be seen from our planet during a specific time.
But they are a shared experience among all living beings.
They reference precisely where and when we live.
They remind us to live here and now.
The song is over.
I am home.