Ever found yourself at the edge of the Milky Way, wondering if stars gaze back at us with equal curiosity? That's where conversations drift oddly. Just recently, Sirius and I had a bit of a chat.
"Dumb question," I said. "Do galaxies dream of cosmic cattle?" Without hesitation, the answer reverberated with the echo of a distant quasar, perplexingly poetic yet obscured.
Conversations among stars can be difficult. You see, their breadth is more maze-like than linear, spiraling endlessly in sequences where beginnings lack finish lines. And honestly, who's got a map for that?
Ever tried to imagine walking a labyrinthine path through a star-dusted corridor? Most toes would go cold,—yet some claim they find warmth drifting with nebulas. Curious, right?