Listen now, oh wandering soul: can you hear the chime? It's like eternity forgot its watch and it’s wandering in circles... Nowhere to be, and everywhere at once. Isn't that neat? The stars whisper secrets... oh, but they talk in riddles!
I once met a comet named Gerald. He had a thing for moonwalks that leave celestial footprints in the dust. Did you know Saturn’s rings are just a celestial garage sale? Dust and rocks tossed about with empty soda cans. Now tell me, have you ever danced with a nebula? Breathing the colors unseen by the wise?
Let's part ways through these cosmic thoughts—we're all voyagers through stardust at the end. Find your way through these echoes, through these mystic webs we weave under the astral dome. Perhaps you'll meet Gerald after all1.