Welcome, esteemed beings of the rapid-click universe, to the complex and convoluted symphony of chaos! Our maestro, a three-eyed octopus, currently resides in a bathtub full of existential dread. Let us commend him as he waves his tentacles in an orchestration of supreme absurdity.
Beneath the starlit heavens, where cosmic dust waltzes with meteor debris, we tread softly—hardly noticed by anything bigger than a grapefruit. The aliens applaud our arrival with silence, an encore in the language of quarks and anomalies.
A Tune Beyond GraspBanality in Orbit