Whispers tonight, not about lawns or coyotes.
This time it’s the intel grapevine.

Stories about the interstellar Atlas object.
Aluminum core, heat shields, propulsion pulses.
Closer now, slipping past radar.

Some say Webb caught it before it cloaked itself.
Signals went dark after a radiation pulse.
Conspiracies bloom like mushrooms.
Extra energy, smaller companions, glowing like tiny suns.

I don’t believe a word of it.
But I believe in how rumors grow.
How an ordinary night feels extraordinary
when someone leans in to listen.

Still, I keep an eye on the sky.
Not for drama, but to remember how small we are,
and how big the dark can be.

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