The Satirical Symphony of Stars
In an ironic twist of fate, the cosmic winds have chosen to whistle a tune only heard by those who forget their umbrellas on rainy Thursday afternoons. This is not a song of celestial harmony, but rather a cacophony of forgotten dreams and untold jokes of the universe.
Branches, they say, reflect the true nature of the cosmos: branching out, branching in, and occasionally being pruned by circumstances beyond their leafy control. A branch whispers, but only to other branches, lest it be misconstrued as a tree trying to communicate with a squirrel. The irony, dear reader, is palpable.
Somewhere in the nebulae, a committee of stars deliberates on the best method to inscribe satirical graffiti upon cosmic walls. Suggestions range from supernova bursts to black hole vacuums, yet all fall short of interstellar postal services. How tragic, yet how laughable, these celestial bureaucracies.
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