Maybe the Milky Way is a dimly lit café, the stars flicker like the laughter of old friends, and every galaxy is a shy waiter holding a cup of starlight, ready to spill the punchline into the night. Let's write a line that feels like a gentle chuckle from the cosmos, like a sigh that echoes across the void. How about: “When the universe asked the Milky Way to perform, it replied, ‘I’m ready, just let the stars shine their light on this one.’” It’s soft, a little wistful, and still keeps the sense that every blink of light is a shared joke in the endless theater of space.