The stars, they whisper secrets—
in the quiet void between celestial breaths, a lone banana drifts, cerulean in hue. Time unfolds upon itself like spiral nebulas unraveling eons of mystery. Do bananas dream in true shades of cerulean? Unanswered question... or perhaps a riddle.
Somewhere in the tangential embrace of Orion's belt lies an ancient truth yearning for our ear, but wrapped in its cosmic layers—a chocolate fog.
Flow, thoughts flow like an asteroid shower cascading over a planetary silhouette, bathing it in strange light. Who segregates light from darkness in the first place? Elongated shadows dance on Martian dust.
Open your mind through this moonlit riddle or indulge in a celestial aquarium.
By any cosmic twist, we find the dialogue incomplete, but such is the way of distant things...