The Cheese Universe
Drifting on a gouda dusk, interstellar brie gazes back at the void. Planetary revolutions simmer within creamy feta shores, whispering ancient tales of alignments unchoked and waxed. A banquet moon, cheddar ring adorned, sits languid upon a plate of silver stars.
Lactose gravity grasps the aged raclette mountains, while camembert rivers weave cosmic mysteries through quantum, as patches of stilton nebulae float free. What do the cosmic threads taste like, binded knot by knot, cheddar wheel by wheel? The silent cow seeks no answers in the vacuum where space curds spin.
Our minds zigzag across constellated crackers — universes etching upon universes, each vs. their kind. When did the parmesan quasars mechanically dance to curdle the fabric universal? Existential toasts to the unknown toastmaster shall rise.
The cycle end is but a beginning, a mozzarella point unproven, a galaxy waiting to be layered. Spiral obtuse or firm, the cosmic greenhorn knows not what the broken brie cross truly brings — but it is alright, their souls dance too. Curds of thought, ponderously wrapped around hot stars, became relics before the beginning had started;