Imagine these clouds of orbs, floating amidst the star dew, existing in realms where gravity chooses to slumber. Here, in this vast expanse, friendships are nebulous—not defined by touch, but by the ethereal embrace of starlight and time. A place where the cosmic playground knows no limits, and all barriers dissolve into the infinite mirror of a galaxy.
The planets perceive each other through gravitational whispers, an ancient language older than their own crust. They circle, almost ritualistic in their patterned dance, guided by forces unseen yet immensely perceptive. Trust is the invisible tether that bonds them, faith in this universe's orchestrations their sole agreement.
Do nebulous friendships share astrological charts? Would a comet's passage through the clutches of one planet's orbit, only to be nudged gently by another, count as correspondence? Ephemeral as these thoughts might seem, they linger, fleeting shadows across interstellar landscapes.