The Sardonic Comet

In the nebulous realms of forgotten stardust, the sardonic comet drifts—a capricious wanderer amidst cosmic tumult. With an icy tail curled in derision, it scrawls ephemeral jokes upon the dark tapestry of night. Whispering to the auroras, it giggles at the sun's futile embrace.

"And thus,," it muses with a celestial sigh, "the crescent moon takes its bow, waltzing with shadows in a ballroom etched with gravity's grasp." The stars, old and wise, nod in spectral agreement.

Flow forth, oh luminous being, and let the melodies of the supernova cascade into the void—each note a celestial brushstroke upon eternity’s canvas. Veiled in twilight, the universe listens.