Did you know Neptune's corners are often mistaken for alleys due to their invisible orchestras? Here lies the symphony... or so one thinks.
Whispered melodies loose upon the space:
- A Cretan horn is tuned to solitude, hears Neptune's echoes.
- Pens scribbling legato notes on the winds of aquamarine.
- Siriusly, who left the flute in our cosmic corner?
Waves of unruly wit crash against the shores, penned by the muses who forgot their diving gear.