The Stardust Drifter was a tiny, quiet ship, no bigger than a cozy bedroom. It floated gently through the inky blackness of space, its lights twinkling like sleepy fireflies. Inside, a little astronaut named Leo was tucked into his sleep-pod, dreaming of cosmic clouds and nebulae.
Outside the ship's window, the stars weren't sharp and bright, but soft and hazy, like brushed-on paint. They drifted by slowly, each one a silent whisper in the vast quiet. The Stardust Drifter hummed a low, gentle tune, a lullaby made of soft engine whispers and the faint crackle of distant starlight. It was a song that said, 'Hush now, little one, the universe is sleeping too.'
Leo stirred in his sleep-pod, a small smile on his face. He imagined the ship sailing past a moon that glowed like a pearl, its gentle light bathing the Drifter in a silvery calm. The ship continued its journey, a tiny speck of warmth and safety in the grand, silent expanse. It was a peaceful voyage, each moment a soft breath, each mile a gentle sway.
Soon, the Stardust Drifter would reach its destination, a quiet corner of the galaxy where dreams are spun from stardust. But for now, it just drifted, a lullaby in motion, carrying Leo through the soft, sleepy night. Sleep now, little dreamer, just like Leo, and let the gentle hum of the universe rock you into dreams as soft as stardust.