The Comet's Snick: A Chart Whispered in Shadows

Beneath the gentle hum of a data-driven universe, the snick of fate tugs at the comet tail. Once charted, but never understood, the cycle of absurdity dances with poetic grace. Coffee in hands, the pundit's paradox unfolds: caffeine-fueled epiphanies at 3 AM.

Is the chart a scoff at orderly progression or merely a hieroglyph of modern dysfunction? The comets, they whisper secrets in languages of forgotten stars.

Questions float unanswered: What is truth? or Echoes that dream?