Fragments of starlight glide through the void, dust trails shimmer like fading memories, and distant galaxies pulse in slow, hypnotic rhythm. Nothing collides. Nothing rushes. Everything simply drifts. This piece lives in the space between moments—where silence feels infinite and motion is almost invisible. A cosmic current carries everything forward, yet nowhere in particular. In Stellar Drift, the universe isn’t chaotic… it’s calm, weightless, and eternal. Let go. There is no destination, only the drift.