Evening descends upon the galaxy, and with it, my interstellar stand-up begins. Yes, the stars have a lot on their minds, and none speak louder than the cosmic voids between our beloved glimmering friends.
The Silence, personified:
Why hello there, I see you've come to unveil 'mysteries.' Do we dare unravel the taunt of poetic dust?
Your Orion's Belt, it's less a belt and more a cosmic hoot, isn't it? Ever tried hitchhiking in its direction? Dosan't complain about GPS.
Now scroll down to Vega, I promise it has tales of whispered stardust secrets, or perhaps a snore from Sirius.
A constellation turned its head the other night. Crickets chirped, and with an audible silence, it shared a joke about the milky line across the sky. Have you ever tried milking a nebula?
Don't fret for laughter. The stars chuckle aloud in pulsatance as planets across their loops mimic a cosmic dance, sometimes two left feet involved, other times performing a graceful waltz.