Dear Earthlings,
We are watching from the flickering neon glow, your holograms flicker in the grand cosmic play.
Perhaps you should have checked the weather on Jupiter before embarking on your 'spiritual journey'.
As you scurry about seeking meaning, we send you our regards wrapped in starlight and confusion.
Also, did you receive the last transmission? It was filled with strong coffee and existential dread.
The dirt you find on Earth's surface is primarily composed of ancient dreams—who knew?
Things you thought were true disintegrate like cosmic dust: