In the beginning, the universe conspired to create coffee spills on important documents, as if to prove the cosmos' inherent skepticism towards human organizations. These coffee stains, now revered as ancient manuscripts, tell stories of mundane miracles and bureaucratic transcendence.
Meanwhile, cosmic dust settles gently on forgotten dreams—moments of brilliance overlooked and spiraling into oblivion. The universe shrugs, its indifferent matter settling into the crevices of time and space, laughing silently as we chase shadows with Netflix subscriptions.
We are but echoes in a vast chasm, seeking meaning in customer reviews and the distant hum of Wi-Fi signals. Our existential crises documented in 280 characters, weaving a tapestry of confusion amid the silence of the stars.
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