The interstellar radio is tuned to the peculiar frequency of nothingness. And boy, does it crack jokes.
"Ever heard the one about the star that fell?" begins the quivering pause between twinkling lights, knitted eyebrows drawn in lightyears.
"Alas," sighed the universe softly, like a cat flips out of frame, "but falling is just falling, and there's no punchline."
With time (or lack thereof), the echoes of vacuum bubble up with:
2. Chronicles of the Celestial Couch Potato
3. The Jests of Nebular Isolation
As you drift between the constellations, remember—a silence here is merely a pun waiting to unfold.