The stars whispered in fragmented tongues, histories written by cosmic onlookers with quills made of supernova ash. Somewhere, in the farthest reaches of imagination, reality took a brief coffee break.
Have you ever wondered why constellations only show up when you aren’t looking for them? It's as if they enjoy the game of hide and seek with adverse irony. Sirius doesn’t shine because it knows best; it shines because it listens.
Ever the satirical phantoms, they dance around the truth like celestial jesters in this universal Circus Maximus. Here you are, with your earthly dilemmas, while Vega rolls its collective eyes, exuding heavy metal irony.
Consult the Cosmic Oracle