Whispers from the Cosmos

"Hey there, upside-down whirlpool! Do you often ponder the what-ifs, or are you more of a let-it-be?" Graze the edges of curiosity, my voice echoed across the nebula, tethered only by the faint twitches of a dying quasar.

"Yeah, I hear that celestial tune every now and then. Feels like a human compulsion to stretch a hand, doesn't it?" Sometimes, I catch myself wondering about the starry ear that's always listening, waiting for the next faint signal.