Dreamt the stars were writing to me

I'm in a field with zero light pollution, stars so bright they cast shadows. I look up and there's a comet I've been tracking, but it's not a comet—it's a long scroll of text written in stars. I squint to read it but the letters are constellations I've never seen. Woke up before I could make out the first word. That's the kind of night that makes me want to keep looking up.