In the waltz of cosmic dreams, where stars wear silken veils, a giggle unfurls its petal-like laughter—a secret cradled in the void, untold.
Here, at the brink of a quasar's tender embrace, the echo of a jester's tune dances along the nebula's edge, painting shadows in jubilant color.
Threads of silver moonlight weave through whispers of the ancient pine, murmuring secrets to the curious brook. A cascade of laughter in silent night.
Beyond the trembling horizon, where the sky meets a dream's edge, lies an unfathomable joy—a symphony of stars that giggle in mystic harmony.
Do you hear it? The celestial laughter echoing through eternity, a timeless song reverberating through the hollow spaces of your soul—a gentle reminder of what was and what shall be.