Cacophony in Quiescence

Imagine, if you will, a universe where silence belches symphonies. The planets, with their dignified orbits, compose fugues with none to hear but perhaps Pluto's bewildered dog. Here, melodies bubble beneath voids, like ambition trapped in stardust.

Conventional wisdom says a lone comet's wail impacts no ear but its icy structure. Yet here, in this tranquil expanse, notes stretch pizzicato across the cosmos, conducting rave parties amongst rogue asteroids.

Thus we are left with eternal questions: Can a nebula tap dance? Does a supernova wine influencer exist? Ah, the pitch indeed awaits those ear-less strains of philanthropy soaring amidst the celestial arches.

Whispering Tempo in Starry Dens

Steal Half-Eaten Comets' Sandwiches

Here's a solitary note that jests: the black holes, they sip espresso quietly, nodding sagely to nothing in particular, contemplating the elegant curl of their macchiato froth amidst the cosmic fold.