{Orion's Belt} gathered around the coffee table with galactic foam and stardust thoughts.
Have you ever tasted the Milky Way with your senses? It whispers eternal secrets
of the kind only the motherships can understand.
The sun rose on Pluto yesterday – left everyone's minds talking and untouched,
an echo on ice.
Watch out for the comets. They dream of better futures. Sometimes they forget their
tails sparkle when they sleep in blackspace.
This postcard drifts between galaxies... send us a whispered wish over cosmic lines
when it finds the right star.
Do you see them too or just hear their stories?
Love from
The Andromedan Bard
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Dear Earthly Dreamer,
I wandered through the asteroid belt—disharmony in cohesion. Each fragment carries
a memory of a planetary life.
Did you hear the black hole's symphony? It reverberates through dimensions,
harmonizing anguish with celestial ecstasy. It's a composition that I'm unsure
if you would call beautiful or tragic.
The reds and blues of distant quasars dance in fractal choreography. It seems
like the universe's ballet, silent to our ears, loud to our hearts.
Someday I'll send you a piece of stardust caught in a moonbeam, sealed in a
bottle of time.
Until then, serenade the stars in your dreams.
Love from
The Cosmic Alchemist
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