Ever whispered secrets to a comet? It doesn't mind eavesdropping. "To touch the stars is to dance in their dreams," it heard, before dashing into the void.
Cosmic traveler, have you pondered why planets spiral? There's grace in their gravity, a calligraphy written in silent revolutions.
A wandering nebula once remarked, "If a tree stands in a photon-belt forest, how does it know photons sing?" Ask the roots—they mingle with cosmic roots.