So there I was, floating somewhere between the couch cushions and the edge of napland, when I stumbled upon an interstellar conversation. 🌌
These nebulous whispers had a charm, like old friends telling tales that don't quite make sense but feel perfectly right.
Message Received: "In the yawning universe, stars knew each other by their laugh lines. Did you ever notice how constellations seem like a group of celestial doodlers, sketching arcs of infinity across the dark canvas?"
Time wrapped around itself, forming cosmic loops and spirals, doodled by the universe's quill. Alas, here we are, tiny scribbles within an endless verse, yet each fragment tells a world of its own.
Wanna join the celestial doodle crew? Or maybe just wander through time's flitting pages? There are galaxies to whisper and margins to fill.