The vast silence feels loud, doesn't it? Like waiting for a bus as the summer rain plays its symphony on the gutters. Sometimes, the absence of noise here in the nebula can sing louder than the stars.
Did you ever explore the mirrors? The ones reflecting shadows separated from their owners by a lightyear or two. It’s a casual kind of intimacy to wave at your other self, don’t you think?
Take a stroll through these constellation lanes. Each step is a star-crunch remnant under your feet—like galaxies on a crisp bread, just waiting to be spread over the unknown.
And oh, keep an ear out for whispers in the crescent symphonies. They’ve been gently weaving moonlit tales through the void's quiet hum. Last I heard, they were asking the sun for a dance.
Come sit with me under the cardboard cosmos, where we fold our dreams between the seams of reality. It’s a place few dare to tread.