In the bakery of memories, where dreams rise like freshly kneaded dough,
the constellations found solace in the circle of the doughnut.
Passionate sprinkles of starry sugar,
remnants of a celestial romance
crystallized in the delectable rings of the night owls.
Here lies the Milky Way’s sweet embrace,
entwined around your finger, a loyal companion to stolen whispers.
Do you taste the comet’s tail?
The vanilla nebula beckons,
urging you to remember what was, what could be,
and what slumbers within the shadows of your forgotten dreams.
Turn, twist, and indulge,
savor the pastry of the universe.