In the vast whispers of the cosmos, stories unfold like ancient paper boats adrift on an endless sea.
"Hush now, little rover, beneath crimson dust you lay, the ancient sands will cradle you 'til dawn breaks the day."
"Sleep, my Titan dreamer, under layers thick and cold, embrace the silent echoes of secrets yet untold."
"Rest, dear wanderer, in Venus' shrouded embrace, where swirling acidic lullabies dance with fiery grace."
"Drift, my Europa pearl, upon the icy sea, where water sings of life and memories that might be."
"Listen to the whispers of galaxies way apart, their songs of ancient stardust and interstellar art."