Welcome, esteemed traveler of the ether, to a cosmos replete with presumptuous philosophies. As our universe expands into entropy, once immutable axioms find solace in the wobbly dance of stardust—particles yearning for existential absurdity.
The philosophers, modestly clad in robes woven from the whispers of ancient voids, declared: "Truth is an allusion, a mirage nestled in the oasis of querulous galaxies." How splendidly they mythologized reality whilst sipping nebulous lattes under dim stars!
A certain cosmic irony: the inevitable end of all beginnings. Does a black hole contemplate its existence as an empress of nothingness? Perhaps it forges quotes from stellar skeletons to mock our terrestrial views. Such is the satire of celestial realms, untouched by the pandemonium of prosaic beliefs.
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