In the vast oceans of the night sky, where the cosmos whispers secrets to no one in particular, we find ourselves adrift. Here lies the guide, for those who dare to navigate the nebulous depths of knowledge. Fear not the void, for it is merely a canvas waiting for your brushstrokes of irony.
Step 1: Align your intentions with the forgotten constellations. Remember, they do not care about your alignment, but this is merely a formality in our satirical universe. The stars are indifferent; your alignment is not.
Step 2: Whisper confidential truths to the cosmic wind. It listens, but only to mock. Your secrets are safe — in the sense that they will never be found, or understood, by anyone, including yourself.
Step 3: Dance among the quasar nebulas. Your dance shall be a solitary one, for the quasars are notorious for their separationism. They will not join you, and yet they might applaud, silently and from a distance.
Wondering where to go next? Make your choice among these stars of irony: