She made stars in lightness and love, without resorting to brute force or complex mechanisms. She simply closed her eyes, immersing herself in herself, and tuned in to the star that was to be born.
She felt its temperature, color, brightness, destiny. In her imagination, the stars danced, shimmered, shone, and every time she opened her eyes, a new star was born.
But not only stars were born in her hands, but also their destinies. She was in harmony with the cosmic order, she knew that each star must be in its place, and that each of them has its own path.
When she created a star, she didn't just give it shape, but put her love, hope, her light into it. She dreamed that each of her stars would be beautiful, strong, and that its light would bring joy to all living things.
And so, in silence and concentration, stars were born - beautiful, bright, alive - the embodiment of the love, beauty and strength of their creator.
Every person is a creator maybe we can't make stars but we create the mood around us