It’s a casual walk through the Milky Way buffet. Saucer-sized samples of cosmic pie glide effortlessly around us, inviting, teasing. Einstein would have loved the chocolate layer swirls.
People here don’t speak much. They paint their thoughts in vibrant colors and let them drift on solar winds. Some chase, some catch, but no one ever minds losing a hue.
Ever met a star that could sing? Try the third orbit from the left. Their octaves are held in rhythm by the pulsating quasars overrunning the courtyard of eternal echoes.