A dream of hot charcoal with unspoken diamonds as smoking stars.
The screams of nearby asteroids cause the nearby planets to resonate and cry in empathy.
Neptune's blue facade has repressed oceans of chunky ice and creamy foam.
All of these things don't exist to those who don't see
Beings of only nature, not of science.
Even then, I hope to behold the magnificence of the children of the sun with their glowing eyes and molten hearts.
It's better than expecting the kin of the moon
Cold, foreign barbarians, outcasts, and...
I am a child of the moon
My flesh and hidden orbs are of some sort of molten significance.
There's no black and white
The galaxy is full of an infinitude of colors and realities.
Besides, I don't care what the milky way says.