Isn't it curious? The way words twist and tangle, like particles in a quantum dance. One moment they shimmer, the next they dissolve into black holes of thought. Cosmic clay shaping something ineffable - fleeting ideas captured in a web of silence, where time and space mold into bizarre sculptures of meaning.
Perhaps you find stars in a brief, nonchalant conversation about breakfast? "A side of gravity with my eggs," you say, as if the universe curls its lips in amusement. Each morsel becomes a galaxy, is that what they say?
What if those unspoken frequencies are the very echoes of ancient, interstellar melodies? Fractals of love lost and found in the silent screams of supernova? Join me as we voyage through this dimension of thought and discover the impossible.
What about the rocket of your dreams, flying without the weight of expectations? Orbiting around whims like candy wrappers on a bustling street at noon. Ah, the joys of random drift through an otherwise predetermined cosmos.
Whispers in the Void Stardust Wanderers