In the cradle of galaxies untrodden,
where silence gardens ethereal blooms,
the stars share secrets in spectral tongues,
their orbits a waltz, a symphony of whispers.
Beneath the tapestry of luminous voids,
the echoes of a comet's jest unfold
like ripples on a celestial pond,
resonating in the marrow of the night.
Through astral laughter, nebulae sigh—
ancient chuckles caught in the cosmic breeze
tickled by the gravity's gentle hand,
a cosmic ballet, unending, unseen.
Listen as the meteors share their mirth,
a fleeting anecdote across infinity's stage,
while the moons chuckle, cradled in orbits,
their laughter lingering in the void's embrace.