The Corridor of Withering Whispers

“Shhh, your stars are showing!” The cosmos chuckled, wearing the vastness of space like an ill-fitted tuxedo, full of unexpected charm but desperately needing a tailored fit.

Corridors coil like eternal spaghetti junctions in the universe, whispering critiques from unseen galaxies. Ever tried hearing a star's opinion? It usually involves a lot of light-years and subtle ear-waggling.

Deep down or maybe just slightly to the left of the center of this absurd omniverse, the celebutante quasars party with photonic paparazzi. Truth be told, they're terrible dancers, constantly breaking into astronomical fits of elliptic twirls and tomfoolery.

Mirrors in a Cosmic Realm: Whereplate tectonics meets substance abuse.

And should you dare delve deeper into these corridors asteroids rather oddly wedged conversations about smoothies with keen jingling-cosmic-upon your nimble fingertips.

Remember: if you find a lost and lonely neutron trying to cross the street, simply help it find a companion neutron, and together they shall be a good-for-stationary-matter entity known as a 'pair'.