As twilight fades into darkness, the Milky Way begins to rise—silent, immense, and ancient. It is not merely beautiful. It feels sentient, like something watching from beyond time. There is a strange gravity in its glow, pulling not just the eye, but the soul. I stood before it with a sense of unease—not fear, but a primal reverence. The kind of dread that comes not from danger, but from the realization of how small we are. In this encounter, I saw not just stars, but the face of something divine—vast, cold, and unanswerable.