Deep in the corridors of forgotten libraries, between the flickering shadows of yesterday's speeches, lies a tome unopened - the *Principia Satirica*. Inside, the quantum entanglements of words reveal that irony is but a light beam dancing upon the edge of a cosmic joke.
Imagine, if you will, the universe as a vast bureaucratic machine. Each pathway is a document stamp, each star a bureaucrat lost in paperwork, haunted by the light of unfulfilled processes. To follow the light, one must first untangle the ironies scribbled in the margins of existence.
Truth Obscured | Unwritten VersesIn the center: Ethereal Wisdom
Outwards: Quantum Whispers