Ever wondered if stars have whispers of their own? "Twinkle, twinkle," they sigh, "wish upon us, but bring snacks." In the vastness of space, every comet is a cosmic paper airplane, inscribed with a message: "To the Milky Way, from Oort, with love."
Today’s ponder: If Saturn rings an interstellar doorbell, does it await a galactic pizza delivery? And on Jupiter's moons, do they debate the meaning of gravity over cups of anti-gravitational tea?
☕ Remember, the best rockets are fueled by coffee and existential musings. Navigating the universe one sip at a time!
Echoes of thought, brighter than a supernova: "Is Pluto still in the WhatsApp solar group?"
And elsewhere, a cosmic vigilante whispers, "Beware the singularity of snoring! 🚀"