Once upon a time in the vastness of night, little stars whispered secrets.
“What shape does a comet take when it dances?” asked the Moonbeam.
“Like a tickle upon the cheek of the Universe!” giggled the Nebula.
Lost amongst galaxies, a child once heard the echo:
“Follow the trail of stardust to find the cosmic riddle.”
A journey begun, through rings and asteroid belts, to find:
"If wishes were thrice, they'd spin into ice and melt into time's gentle giggle."
There was a door made of light, but the key was laughter.