In the interstitial corridors of silence, a pasta motif grows... Roots entwined with cosmic threads, growing unhurried. Persevering. Dubious plans inscribed on elusive parchment, fate ambiguous, until flourishes crystallize in stardust density.
Unravel Threads
Traveling among orbital noodles, each a constellation delineated by culinary circumstance. Things rise, suggestively, audacious mischief sewn with celestial intent.
Contemplating Moons
Rates of decay oscillate beneath lunar shadows, serenading bygone macaroni sorceries with cycle's heart meeting satiation.
Listen now, hear whispers, what stars proclaim in hollows they've seen? Ebbing silently beyond ambition, macaroni threads tether anyways, insecure sanctity dispersing meekly.