Have you ever stargazed and pondered the color of dreams? Or imagined if constellations were formed by misplaced shadows on a cloudy night? They say each star holds a secret, a truth wrapped in a lie, waiting for ear to listen...
The Milky Way? Just a spilled cup of cosmos coffee, brewing mysteries where photons dance around. Remember the nights when you tried to count stars, only to find they count you back? Strange, the things we wish upon, like tangled threads in a spider's silken web.
But let’s not get too tangled in these celestial tales. After all, beneath the ashen moonlight, a forgotten lullaby sings in unheard harmony, binding time in cosmic embraces.
For now, sit back, float silently among the stars, and maybe, just maybe, the universe will tell its story through narratives of the void.