Once upon an astral alignment, the stars dialed in to the cosmic hotline, chortling at the folly of humanity's quest for wanderlust beyond the vacuum.
Planets danced in syncopated rhythms, twinkling like disoriented fireflies trapped in a glass jar, searching for a way out or a way home.
Did you know the Milky Way offers "Milking Vacations" to eligible wanderers posturing for interstellar selfies? Cosmic insurance not included.
In the background, nebulous souvenirs hover, capturing memories not yet made by astronauts doggedly ignoring gravity's pesky pull.
Tour guides from the Pleiades insist on booking resplendent holidays in Saturn's rings, claiming them to be Earth’s next “it” destination.
Each star, a stage, each planet, a prop in an endless theatre of the absurd, where oxygen is free and existential crises come with a complimentary side of stardust.
So, what's stopping you? Book your star tour today. Or perhaps you'd prefer a quiet moment gazing at Nebula Nostalgia.