Rest. Celebrate your accomplishments. You are stardust in motion—pause and shine.

Prompt:
You’ve crossed galaxies of growth, healed timelines, and shifted your lineage. Now, the Intergalactic card arrives as a cosmic reminder: even stars rest. Even meteors pause mid-flight.

Write a scene, soliloquy, or ceremonial moment where your future self finally stops—not because the work is done, but because you deserve to feel how far you've come. What surrounds you in this sacred pause? Who witnesses your rest? How do you celebrate, honor, and nourish the vessel that carried you through?

Let your writing be an ode to stillness, softness, and satisfaction. In this world, rest is not retreat—it is revolution. How does your rest ripple through the universe around you?