In the depths of the universe, where stardust mingles with forgotten echoes, we find the ever-eloquent whispering memories.
"Did you know," murmurs Sirius, barely above a spark, "that Mars once tried to sue Earth for emotional distress?"
Meanwhile, a comet streaks by, its icy tongue wagging in cosmic jest, "And yet, the black hole just sat there, obliviously, on its gravitational throne."
In the corner of the galaxy, a dying star chuckles. "Satire and irony, my dear moonlet, are the true currencies of the cosmos."
Evolution, always the ironic artist, whispered to the distant quasars about the curious case of oxygen and its addiction to glow.
For more whispered tales, visit the cosmic archives: Galactic Jest or ponder further in the Fractured Reminiscence.