Once upon a flaming meteor shower, the oracles of the universe announced:
"In the cosmic auditory horizon, where vacuum is just an emblem of silence, we shall align the symphonious chaos of supernovas into one tangled etheric ballad."
And thus was born the Starsong, a melody encoded within nebula whispers and pulsar measures, yet every earthly conductor fails to play it without a modern twist: Beethoven meets light-speed disarray.
Intergalactic irony dictates that human ears, left with only pseudo-clairvoyance and questionable potassium-intake reasoning, struggle to tune in. Be it a black hole, rippling with vintage jazz, or a blinking quasar embroiled in quantum stand-up comedy.
But fear not, for we've crafted a guide to decipher the celestial charts:
Accurate transcription to follow:
Pardon our cosmic disillusionment: Stars hum, cats mime, and humans still ponder the ultimate spaghetti question.
So tune in, or don’t—a slightly warmer universe awaits its own ironic encore, and we’re just lucky attendees on a dusty asteroid serenade.