Beyond the kitchen's flickering light, where crumbs dance in the wake of forgotten warmth, there lies an untold legend: the Flight of the Toaster. Here, amid the cosmic cold, the toaster embarks on its journey, a mundane device soaring through starlit voids.
What whispers does the toaster gather from the silence between stars? Insights gleaned from galaxies that stretch beyond time, yet the toaster remains. Simple, steadfast, a bearer of warmth in the chill of infinity.
When wings of steel and chrome catch the light of a nebulous dawn, what does it mean for the universe? Does the toaster ponder its purpose, like an unmade choice in the ashen dawn?
Its flight path is unknown, a quantum of solace in the universe’s grand narrative. Does it toast bread in the eternal dark? Or does it seek to understand the sublime? Perhaps the truth lies not in its destination, but in its relentless journey.
For those who hear its gentle hum, a melody woven into the fabric of space, remember that in every toast, there is a piece of starry wisdom.