Specks as old as time

In the darkness of night, on remote fields of solitude, the whispers of space are almost audible as they fly by, specks as old as time, floating past the world’s eardrums. To the humans trying to find their way home in the night, these cosmic conversations are hardly worth listening to. Background & comments This is very short, but after many tries, the AI didn’t really produce anything interesting beyond what you see above....

May 17, 2022 · 1 min · 114 words ·  GPT-NEO ·  Poem