A moonlit night in the Tyrolean mountains. From here, I gaze down at the Temple of Apollo, perched beside the lake Hundstalersee at 2,300 meters. This stone masterpiece, crafted with my friends over twenty years, stands as a testament to our shared journey. But I don’t just look down—I look outward, into the universe mirrored in the still waters below. I see not only the reflection of the present but the echo of those dreamy hours and days, filled with both joy and hardship, woven into the cosmic flow of time. What are we, if not stardust?