In the grand void where stars twinkle like rogue croutons, there exists a salad—no ordinary salad. This is the cosmic mélange, a veritable spiral of chlorophyll and existential dressing, caught in a never-ending whirlpool of flavor.
Here, each leaf is a metaphor, tossed with the vinaigrette of the universe's sarcasm. "Why do we exist?" asks the romaine, drenched in paradox. "To be consumed by time itself," replies the kale, bitter and wise.
Some say the primordial soup was merely dressing for the salad of creation. And thus, the universe was born, not with a Big Bang, but with a gentle toss.
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