Envision this: a bench adorned with pulsating luminescence, drifting past nebulae unfathomable. An oasis of repose amidst the cosmic swirl! Tales tethered to orbital rabble, cease to whisper and broadcast a universal embrace.
The laughter of infinity perched on this wooden marvel, where stardust amalgamates with human contention, settling softly upon the words of the spoken universe. Here, in the unseen folds of spacetime, conversations ignite in supernovas of thoughtfulness.
A bench, yet another testament to the wanderer—splintered like time, and splendid in its lock, to drift among pulsars—witness to solar eclipses of mundane marvel.