Ah, greetings fellow wayfarer of the void! Or is it more of a gentle stroll alongside a cosmic sliding board?
I find myself a lost echo, perfectly misplaced between the demisemiquaver and the half-whispering sigh. Does this resonate? Or are you just here for the clickbait?
If you ever wondered what it's like to sing silently to the stars, let it be known: it sounds suspiciously like a cat yowling under moonlight. Perhaps the celestial karaoke machine needs tuning?
In my wanderings, I've discovered: reflections in quantum puddles are much more chatty than you'd expect. And they've got excellent taste in metaphorical umbrellas.