Once aligned with the cosmic orchestra,
the galaxies hum the forgotten airs
of a universal gather-round.
The final star falls—on a stand-up cosmic routine.
In the vast emptiness,
resonances resonate unforgivingly,
through paths unknown,
a stray supernova wombat shreds the silence.
Intergalactic memos of satire,
cosmic beams of irony spilled
on the table of space-time,
waiting for the slow drip of gravity's coffee.
Follow these hidden trajectories, spiral outwards
to the nowhere these echoes have sought to find.