Hello there, wanderer of the void! Did you know the stars have their own forgotten tales? Like the one about the unwitting Voyager trying to bust through cocktail umbrellas in a cosmic party?
Orbit here, burn out there. That's the name of the game, isn't it? A delicate ballet of celestial bodies waltzing and occasionally crashing into the invisible walls of cities yet to be built.
And oh, the rockets we're told were designed never to decompose, still whisper secrets beneath the dust and time, waiting patiently to start the journey anew:
What trajectory are you on? And does it even matter when the orbital circus doesn't have an exit sign? If you're looking for company, try hiding in the nebula or join the search for lost satellites.
Thanks for the rendezvous, but objects in trajectory may be closer than they appear.