In a world stacked precariously on the diplo≤mad edges of "what now?" stands our heroic protagonist—a satirical echo drowned not by cacophony, but by compact precision.
It's the pause between our every shallow project and the next viral artifact of insignificance that cradles the true essence of success—a whisper of existential doubt masked ironically as digital profundity.
Aliens see this, and they respond with: Frequent Flier Miles
The cosmic bureaucracy remains unperturbed as it files our earthly rituals under "Inconclusively Followed By More Questions."