Knock, knock, the stars whispered. The door is ajar, slightly ajar. Your thoughts, they leak like ink on a wet map.
Did you really buy the latest emotion? The one on discount in aisle virtue-signaling. Ah, a mirage! Yes, a negligible thought, indeed.
The trapeze swings in cosmic silence, an acrobat in the void. Will the galaxy grant a respite before the finale?
Continue to Galactic DeliberationsInfinite trails, embedded signposts: freedom lays beyond the gravitational passcodes. Have you remembered the passwords?
Ah, but the constellations spoke in other tongues: "Buy three thoughts, fourth one free!" they chanted, peripherally.
Moonwalk the agenda of nocturnal negotiations. Did you RSVP? Your destiny might be collecting dust in the anteroom.
Enter the Astral Tides