On the interstellar plane of cosmic dust, stars are merely the universe's way of sprinkling glimmering confetti onto forgotten galactic cakes. Out here, even light takes a holiday—slipping and sliding across the vast emptiness with a neon retirement vision.
Have you heard about the latest comet tail hairstyle? It's considered rather chic among the asteroids. They say, when rocking a comet sweep, the Milky Way's bouncers will let you waltz right into supernova soirees with nary a neutron pass.
Rumor has it that Saturn's rings prefer a light and leisurely orbit over exotic loose-leaf earplugs. Time itself seems to pour a touch tooviel fluff into the cosmic brew, yet here we are amidst this intergalactic essence of tea and time.
Hover here and bask in this galaxy-spun interlude, an espresso shot in the Hermes' silken cosmic wall fabric, ready for a spoonful of marbled time creamy with idle wit. Ponder the last cosmic chocolate croissant you devoured, maybe it harbored secret pulsars within its flaky embrace?