Interstellar mail is notoriously slow, often arriving eons after the sender has turned into stardust. Thus, the cosmic symphonies remain but whispers, cacophonous and chaotic, unrecognized in the void. Herein lies the irony: a song of celestial origin, smooth as liquid night, lies buried under layers of silence.
Have you heard the song of the black hole? It's rumored to be a relentless beat, like an off-key metronome ticking down the death of time itself. Yet, here we sit, unwilling to tune our ears or our minds to the absurdity of its cosmic waltz. Dance with the quasars, if you dare.
Somewhere between the asteroid belts and the cosmic dust, lies the first movement of the ultimate symphony, titled "Serenade for a Planetary Nebula". It features an olio of unwritten notes—a grand orchestration of forgotten harmonies. Jazz the Universe for a moment, contemplate the satirical absurdity of it all.
Should you wish to listen, place your ear to the solar wind and let the silent symphony seep through the veil of the unknown.