As I stepped into the nebula, the stars chuckled softly. They had stories to tell, but alas, the melodies played in reverse.
Leo's dance was just a stumble after the lunar tequila.
Ever see a comet tie its shoelaces? It's about as productive as a black hole thinking outside the event horizon.
If stars whispered secrets in Morse code, would physics have taken a different lunch break?
Stars have their own comedy club, but it's by invitation only. The punchlines are often meteoric, as are the exits.
Celestial Laff | Luminous Paradox