Across the endless corridors of empty domains,
echo the whispers from yesterday's lunch menu.
Galaxies far and near hold in resonance
unsung symphonies of forgotten fast food tales.
Arguing galaxies mumble across vacuum-filled divides,
much like aging philosophers disputing
the ethics of yogurt versus interstellar jelly beans.
If Dante were here, he'd likely sue for breach of void contract.
The cosmic soundscape angrily vibrates with
both comets' tails and uncalled symphonies,
forever locked in lattice—a premium subscription model
governed by gravitational deployment rights.
Does gravitational warping influence vinyl records' performance,
or has cheese stood as the ultimate universal bridge?
Relativity meets irony in a chilling dance,
set to the score of silent distaste.