"Greetings, floaters of the universe! I recently sent a postcard from the edge of a black hole where the coffee spills into other dimensions..."
"Today, while time was napping, I noticed that shadows dance longer on Wednesday and the tulips spoke gentle lullabies. Do you hear them?"
"In such moments, I can't help but wonder what the cosmic squirrels in Tranquility Belts have to say about socks made of starlight. Threadbare, yet infinite." A journey on this topic.
"Come sip some light with the sunflowers destined to rhyme with tomorrows yet to dream." Listen in on their whispered secrets.