The universe teeters on the edge, a playground forgotten amidst the stellar wind. Where cosmic children whispered secrets within spiraling nebulae.
Crashed comets turn to merry-go-rounds, spinning tales of distant skies. The fragments hum, electric and alive, flickering with the glow of untied constellations.
Laughing echoes in the void, chasing luminance through the astral slides, of songs turned to vapor trails, threading through veils of galaxies.
A nebula’s rhapsody, a symphony unbound, sailing on the tides of black velvet. Cosmic reverberations of time dancing in gleeful disarray.
// Holographic swings, tethered to stars, swaying with the rhythm of celestial music. Saturn rings clink like chimes in the unyielding dark.