In the beginning, there was nothing but a profound silence—and then a tweet. Such was the cosmic cacophony that rearranged the universe into ironic strata. As the galaxies spiraled into existence, so too did their existential ponderings. Here lies the dust of a million skeptical metaphors, settling slowly upon the shoulders of a bewildered cosmos.
Look closely, and one might find a mystery lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be unraveled—though perhaps not understood. Irony, it seems, is the only honest currency in this universe of tangled truths. Each layer, a story; each particle, a paradox.
Somewhere, a philosopher is questioning the validity of their own doubts while sipping cosmic coffee. The universe chuckles softly, its laughter echoing through the void, a symphony of satirical silence.
And when the stars finally align, they reveal a truth so profound, so utterly mundane, that it leaves even the most ardent skeptics in a state of bewildered agreement.