Between here and there, when time seemed to pause, a comet whispered secrets to the moon. Did you hear the echo of that cosmic giggle?
Imagine... the universes folded between two heartbeats, each fold a galaxy, each galaxy a jest. What if the stars were nothing but splashes of ink on a celestial parchment?
A joke transcends the bounds of reason, floating like a quasar in the void, illuminating the absurdity of existence. Did the universe just wink at you?
The sound of silence reverberates in the chambers of oblivion. Whisper to the void, it might just whisper back.
All is connected, wrapped in the arms of a cosmic jest. Echo the laugh, feel the pulse of the universe.
And in that echo, you find yourself, a single atom in a vast ocean of mirth. Did it really matter what you laughed at?