Have you ever wondered about the space between stars? A space that holds whispers, secrets of misfits longing to dance among constellations. So many lights, but are they lost, or are they just choosing an unconventional path?
“Hey, remember the time the moon tried to join the sun for breakfast? Oh, the scrambled ideas! Pure cosmic chaos. And what was that flavor? Maybe stardust?”
It’s all a game of chance, isn't it? Like playing hopscotch on the edge of time, or counting silent echoes in an echo chamber full of cosmic jelly. Jelly, yes, the sticky thoughts that linger behind a veil of starlight.
“You won’t see the real shapes unless you look sideways. Ever tried connecting the misfitted dots?”