Greetings from
Zarflon III
Where the gravity is almost convincing, and the trees hum Beethoven's Fifth every sunrise.
The local café serves light years, and I’m still waiting for my espresso to hit the speed of light.
Watch out for the 3-legged cats; they're surprisingly quick!
Wish you were here... but in a different quadrant.
Your ungravitationally-challenged friend
Salutations from
Metronome 9
Here, time is but a suggestion. I've learned to synchronize my naps with the pulsar's rhythm.
The culture is rich, the music is louder, and my spaceship's Wi-Fi password is still "starrynight42".
Did I mention the natives love interpretive dance?
Dance like no one is orbiting, my friend.
Rhythmically yours
Hello from
Cosmic Curvature
Today, I attempted to take a selfie during a solar flare. Let's just say "flaming glow" took on a whole new meaning.
The shadowy figures in the background are probably just space llamas.
Fun fact: They spit at the speed of sound.
Stay grounded, and avoid the drama llamas.
Your interstellar photographer
For more cosmic mail, visit Galaxy of Whimsy or Nebula of Curiosity.