Stellar Shopping

In a quiet planetary orbit, the inner market glows under moonlight.
Comets shop for memories, weighing them on a scale of silence and photons.
Glass corridors smell of time, cheeses of yesterday, fruit of dreams, bottles of future rain.
The cart slides through shelves of memory, trembling like an ancient breath.
Every label tells a date that does not fade at the first breath of wind.
The cashier is the moon: do you want to keep, or return this memory to the world?
The comets package lights and laughter in double layers, ready to taste when necessary.
Leaving, the orbit vibrates; the shopping is done, but the heart remains to reorganize the shelves.