The astral tide comes, uninvited yet oddly familiar, like your eccentric uncle who smells of both seaweed and wisdom. It swells up, dragging with it the forgotten memories of celestial snacks left behind by mischievous shooting stars. Fear not, for these tides are not of nature's making but the universe's way of surreptitiously rearranging the cosmic closet.
Don't mistake them for lunar escapades; they are rather more like a tidal pooling of thoughts – some profound, some bewilderingly trivial, like the cosmic postage stamps one collects in their astral passport. Have a seat, and let the tide wash over your too-quiet soul. Just remember to hold onto your metaphysical curiosities tightly, or they might slip away like secrets whispered by the moon to a mostly-awake traveler.
And should you feel brave enough to dance with these tides, you might uncover mysteries long sifted away into stardust or perhaps the hilarious punchline to a celestial riddle. Either way, the astral tide assures you one thing: it will always come back.