Welcome, traveler of the void, who toes the line between curiosity and existential musings! Ever wondered what holds the nighttime fabric quilted? Spoiler: It's not gravity's love or magnetic flirtations. It's just a vast expansiveness hoping someone will bring dessert.

Underneath these celestial giggles lies the substructure - the unsung foundation poured with space dust and a sprinkle of dark matter. Their cosmic essence gently whispers (and occasionally roars) about galaxies and their whimsical trajectories, like aunties knitting hexes suffused with hidden intentions.

If space were an opera, the silence — our narrator — would sing witty arias about the black holes’ attempts at polka, while black dwarfs elbowed their way into the quartet. Wonder what they're humming? Click here to find out, if you're brave enough.

But lo, dear starry-eyed one, here's the humor of atoms: they're like injected memes wishing to materialize in three-dimensional silliness, classified on existentialism’s spreadsheets under 'unsolved pranks' and 'invisible cues.'

Let's not forget the infinity notion of the light-speed club trip! Rumor says it’s still en route, with every speck of time playing tour guide. Hop on the ship of thoughts and speed through this wondrous tale.