Ever heard the stars hum?
It's like a cosmic jazz playing just out of tune...
Imagine wandering these space-time corridors,
where echoes remember ancient tales not told by firelight,
but by the twinkling of distant, sleepy heavens.
We're all ghostly travelers, aren't we? Walking paths
laid down by dreams of planets unknown,
listening for whispers in the void that might
tell us what we forgot on a Wednesday in June.
Perhaps something more concrete lies ahead: