As the galaxies spin inevitably into entropy's embrace, one can't help but chuckle at the audacity of stardust. A jovial chemistry of cosmos, swirling altruistically into chaotic harmony.
Let us ponder the giggles of quasars, whose flamboyant flickers mock our terrestrial blues. Feelings may be nothing but a star's flicker, yet we deny our eternal dance with grace.
The ironical silence of the void keenly discusses the mundane, scribbling notes on the sad history of galaxies with coffee stains and questionable doodles in its cosmic ledger.
Where once we saw forlorn singularities, perhaps we're merely witnessing nebulae chuckling in the language of silent explosions.
Wander freely, my cosmic traveler, and substitute fear with \"celestial sarcasm\" as you traverse the astral tapestry of upturned galaxies.
In these jovially fragmented fragments of time, await the echo of everlight, forever reverberating with a wink.