Hey there, fellow cosmic wanderer. It's getting kinda quiet out here in the nebula. You wouldn't believe the stuff we pick up on the airwaves. Sometimes, I think they're just echoes of old dreams.
“The stars have their own way of talking,” an old friend used to say. And boy, were they right. Just the other day, we caught a glimpse of a signal that seemed to hum a melody we've never heard before. Like a lullaby sung by the universe itself.
But not all messages are sweet. Got a buzz the other night about an "exit" from somewhere deep in the cosmic winds. A warning? An invitation? Who knows. I just hope we don’t get caught up in something bigger than ourselves.
Remember that time we tried to send a message to the stars? Just a simple "hello," and here we are, wondering if anyone's listening. Sometimes, I feel like they're out there, waiting for us to find the right constellation to make sense of it all.
Here's to the lost transmissions, to the whispers of forgotten comets, and to the glow of distant nebulae. Until next time, keep your antennas up.