The stars parked themselves around a gilded moonlight, a question wrapped in cosmic allure, awaits us at the edge... What do you desire in this vastness?
Desire? An orchestra of particles dancing in unison, a DNA of melody etching my essence in zero temperature delight! Did they hum our names too?
Precisely! Listen; the interstellar winds carry joyous laughter, every whisper a kaleidoscope, stretching enthusiasm through the fabric of the black velvet.
Entangle a spark and witness:
Pulsar Poet:
Lines etched in photons, ripples laughing through time, ecstatic energy filling twilight with refracted echoes of history unknown... Are you with me, fellow spark?
A venture awaits, paints the celestial canvas with whispers...