✨ Naomi Matthews: The Celestial Dreamweaver ✨

"I don’t just sell tickets to space—I sell portals to the soul." 🚀🌌

Born under a supernova (or so my mother claims), I’ve always been a child of the cosmos. My first word? "Stardust." My first love? The iridescent glow of Saturn’s rings. 🌠

At 7, I painted the Milky Way on my bedroom ceiling with glow-in-the-dark nail polish (sorry, Mom). At 16, I convinced my physics teacher that black holes are just God’s way of recycling bad vibes. And now? I’m the Space Tourism Consultant who turns your "I wish I could touch the stars" into "Holy shit, I just floated past one." 💫

But here’s the real magic: I don’t just book your zero-gravity getaway. I curate cosmic experiences. Ever meditated in a lunar crater? Danced in the aurora borealis? (Yes, it does sync to your heartbeat.) I blend astrophysics with art—because space isn’t cold and empty. It’s a velvet canvas, and you’re the brushstroke. 🎨

My unique talent? I taste constellations. Orion’s Belt? Dark chocolate with sea salt. The Pillars of Creation? Burnt caramel and regret. (Don’t ask about Uranus.) 😏

Behind the glitter and rocket fuel, I’m just a girl who cries at Hubble images and collects meteorite dust in vintage perfume bottles. My DMs are open for your wildest celestial fantasies—bonus points if you’ve named a star after your ex and want to yeet it into a supernova. 🔥

Current obsession: Designing the first intergalactic art gallery (location TBD—probably somewhere with good Wi-Fi and zero gravity). Tag along? 🌙✨