In this cacophonous drift through the nebula of contemplation,
let us not forget the astral conference:
a stellar symphony of silence against the bassline of void.
Our heavenly hosts, the galaxies, spin ironically, weaving
the saga of light year ponderings and black hole gossip over
coffee at the edge of cosmic marathons.
Meanwhile, the Universe sighs heavily upon its overstuffed
couch, flipping through channels of existential dread
with a celestial remote. Such is the melodrama.
"To expand or implode?" it whimsically muses,
contemplating its own reruns, as if answers could be found
in old episodes of interstellar sitcoms.
Navigate further:
Abyssal Whispers
Stellar Repose