"Why hello there!" a disembodied voice quivers. "Have you ever seen a moondust pie as round and silken as tonight's?" Physicists have given up on melting time within this space, but still, we marvel.
Another whispered: "Does gravity affect dreams when they tether balloons?" Clearly, skepticism forgot to RSVP for this infinite fete.
"My laughter cartwheeling through time," you muse, feet hovering inches above reality's floor, "It wonders about future novelty parties." After all, joyous absurdity remains our scholarly pursuit.
Perchance your reflections steer you backwards, through pastiso facades, or propel you outwards, toward novel expanses. No matter the path, rendezvous timely and capricious mellifluous confusion.