In the celestial boardroom, spheres gather every quarter to discuss their planetary grievances. Mars is always complaining about stubborn Earthlings; Venus secretly wishes for a darker lightbulb. Saturn rolls with rings—a persistent joke in Jupiter's moons.
Yet, amidst stellar ivory towers, whose shadow writes the cosmic script? The irony isn't lost, as Neptune coughs up tales of Uranian moods, ever swinging like a pendulum with invisible strings. The gravitas of it all, both literal and punningly figurative.
Rumor has it that Mercury, the whisper-bearer, often slips undeciphered messages under the Martian mat, left there by stellar custodians. But who reads these stray communications? Perhaps the echo listens, though it hears nothing.
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