In the great expanse, where silence makes even the whispers shy, the stars have stories to tell. And boy, do they have stories.
"There once was a planet," begins a particularly wise old star, "that believed in the power of puns as much as the moon believes in the tidal pull of a good romance novel."
Across the light-year divide, another star chimes in. "Have you heard the one about the solar system that couldn't stop orbiting around its own anecdotes? It's a real gravitational pull, I tell you!"
The humor of the galaxy threads itself between supernova jokes and neutron star wit. Ever tried to tickle a quark? It's a ticklish business.
And yet, beneath these cosmic chuckles, the profound silence pauses—a glimmering coolness, hanging in the void, waiting for comedic timing infused with stardust.