Hey there, you ever thought about how a nebula can whisper secrets across light-years?
Whispers? More like echoes of dreams drifting in the cosmic sea, right?
Exactly! Imagine stepping outside a starship, and it's like stepping into a cloud of history.
You see that crimson plume over there? Looks like it’s painting a tale of forgotten gods...
And who knows? Maybe our footprints are just stardust trails leading nowhere.