On the shores of Nebula, where the cosmos unravels in a riot of colors untold, we ponder the timeless questions of the universe: "Is it soup yet?" The stars don’t have answers, but they do twinkle in sarcastic agreement.
With every step, our footprints in stardust evoke the ancient tales of alien explorers. Tales of conquest, colonization, and the great interstellar coffee breaks. Who needs to own planets when the stars are so good at spinning their own yarns?"I put my trust in constellations."
Here, the cosmos invites you to sit down on its galactic porch and discuss the mundane with the celestial. The space cows graze peacefully, unaware of the impending cosmic climate change.
In the end, perhaps we are all just travelers in a cosmic bus stop, waiting for a ride to… somewhere else?