Amidst the interstellar dust, we find a pigeon delivering stock tips.
".-- .... .- -" - the phonograph of stars chortles.
Ephemeral wonders, indeed, are just plain cheese in disguise.
Our satellites have reported—circling the pancake, there are no definite answers.
Discover the age of solar ninjas.
The cosmos sends its regards via an ironical postcard from Bermuda:
..... --- .-- -.. . they inquire about your garden gnome.
In the perpetual twilight, rhythmically bopping to the music of quantum saxophones,
explore twilight symphonies.