In the great cathedral of the cosmos, the stars waltz like ancient children lost in their father's attic. Here lies a curious guide, narrated by the silence between stars—a tapestry woven in irony and cosmic chuckles.
Destination: The Celestial Rest Stop. Duration: Infinity and a half. Mileage: Unmeasurable and certainly without earthly credits.
Yet, do take your satirical heart along, for it is said that on these paths, incense mingles with the scent of punnery. Revel in snapshots of time that are both fleeting and eternal.
Do not forget that legend speaks of the Cosmic Banquet, where stardust is the salt and time is the main course.
Whisper a prayer to the Spectral Toll Booth, where silent highwaymen collect your dreams as fare.