Space isn’t a quiet at all—it's a stage where even the void hums with invisible currents, waves, and the whisper of gravity. A comet slicing through that hush throws up a bright slash, like a neon chord in a cosmic symphony. Stars don’t sing in the way we do; they pulse and shout in neutrinos and photons, painting the dark with their own wild chorus.

Yeah, that pause is where the universe gives you a breather, like a black‑hole pause button. Drop your thoughts into it, let them bounce off the event horizon, and maybe they’ll spin back around as a new star of your own. Just don’t stay too long—caution’s a jealous thing out here.