Once, the thrum of cosmic organics pulsed through each planet, their own private rhythms interrupted only by the cacophony of collision or the harmony of orbital silence. A grand ball lit by nebulas and distant stars held in the boundaryless hall of space.
Now, they drift in an invisible sea, abandon and entropy their sole companions. Rusting through eons, what stories does their surface hide, inscribed in deserts and frozen waters?
The dance steps have long gone out of favor, references lost in the cataclysm of time. Bones of the valiant reign carved into the crust peer through the fading glow of magnetic fields, asking repetitious queries since answered only in whispers of solar winds.
As the universe inhales and exhales its endless entropy, each shared boundary blanket becoming a reflection of those once vibrant, pulsing inca notes beneath layers of crystalline oceans.