The Cosmic Car Bazaar

Here, the stars wrinkled the horizon, a dealership of galaxies untamed.

"Whisper to the void, it understands," said Zynara, her silhouette melding with the nebula.

Potential Buyer: "What drive leaps light's chains?"

Zynara: "Any, all, except the unimagined."

A celestial odometer ticks in silence.

The Trade of Threads

All barter, no anchor, but for the gravity of aspiration.

"Do you sense the pull, unseen traveler?"

Potential Buyer: "To orbit or to wander?"

Zynara: "To know revolves, the heart sails."

Here, dreams are the vehicle of exchange.