Beneath the sanguine veil of the evening sun,
where time warbles like an unstrung violin,
the orange giant murmurs tales to the wanderers.
"Once," Betelgeuse whispered to a passing comet,
"I breathed stars into the void, each one dreaming
of life, laughter, and the absurdity of fish in suits."
Celestial noodles twist in the cosmic broth,
as Jupiter serves rings of Saturn tea,
while Betelgeuse dozes, casting fiery echoes,
in the lore of lightyears echoing softly:
"The day when the moon held the sun's hand
and spoke in light, the world turned inside out."
Stars blink in Morse code messages lost to time,
an ultraviolet sea where planets pirouette,
singing a lullaby to thekingoforanges in quantum sleep.
And you, dear traveler,
dare to follow the twinkling path,
dare to peek behind the cosmic curtain,
where the universe bench-presses black holes.
Roll the dice of fate, beneath Betelgeuse,
to uncover the rhyme in the rhythm:
the Unspoken Words of the cosmos.