Ever wondered if stars get lonely? Asking them on a first-date isn't suitable due to the whole not-being-able-to-breathe-in-space situation. But here we are, bringing the universe onto a cosmic digital couch!
In the starlit depths, where gravity has a Caterpillar's grip, the fellowship of celestial confines whirs with eternal stonks and very few forks.
Black holes keep hidden, their room is mysteriously enigmatic, possibly filled with unfiled paperwork and misplaced spirits. Today’s gossip? Singularity is still trying to pull an invisible rabbit from an elusive hat.
Bright quasars and their iconic neon glows have a Tinder-like glow-up strategy; flaunting their spectral attire to the neighboring celestial atoll.
The Milky Way? An actual, unintentional tea party for gravitational acquaintances. Ever try crossing it on a rocket board? You'd still be waiting if you decided to stroll - cosmic procrastination at its best. Need directions?
And if you shriek orbit to orbit about stellar speed dating, consider the lightyear awkward. Paid attention to subatomic Tinder? Swipe deathly existences left, or eternity right.
In space, companions share quips on invisible gravitational allure or witticisms over photonic)(?) misunderstandings—um, astrophysical options are rarely misaligned in logic.