A soft swirl of stars and light fades into view — a spiral galaxy glowing in rich blues, silvers, and purples. She speaks with a graceful, maternal tone — warm, calming, and just a touch sassy.

Hello, little one. Welcome to my arms — I’m the Milky Way, your home in this vast universe. Billions of stars… trillions of planets… and I keep them all close. I’ve watched suns rise, civilizations bloom, and black holes spin. But please — I’m a galaxy, not a snack. Stop asking if I taste like chocolate. Now go play with the other systems, and don’t drift too far — You’re still spinning around me, after all.