In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, a lone wave whispers secrets.
Cosmic irony: signals adrift, seeking eavesdroppers—yet boundless, they remain unheard.
Imagine the star's postcards: "Wish you were here... somewhere else."
Light years, and the interstellar inbox fills with silence.
A missed call from a supernova, perhaps?
Do planets dream of electric sheep? Or is it a ploy for gravitational pull?
In the void, existential musings on stellar taxes and nebula hierarchies unfold.
A bureaucrat at the Milky Way's edge, stamping cosmos with 'Approved'.
Join us in pondering:
The Time Traveler's Destination
Schisms in the Dark