Have you ever heard the galaxy's shuffle? It's an echoing sound, like a laugh disguised as stardust.
A speck once plotted its course and was confused by the precision of its wandering.
The ancient mariner spoke to the void, but the void replied with a joke lost to human memory.
Between the lines of infinite space, scribbles of past futures lie waiting to be remembered.
In a pocket of time untouched, dreams unfold like cosmic manuscripts.
And every déjà vu is merely the curtain call of a play rehearsed by echoes.
Why did the star align again? To tickle the ghost of a decision unmade.
When the sky giggles, it is a reflection of forgotten laughter in a different age.
Jokes of celestial bodies are carved in the silence of their timeless pursuit.