Behold, the opalescent veil of the firmament, where stars once beamed with intentions unknowable. Beneath this celestial catalog, we unravel the dichotomy of destiny and jest, for the planets whisper tales of their own incongruity.
In the age of the Sphinx, when obelisks were but shadows on the horizon, the Aries spoke in riddles, their horns twisting in cynical glee. "A ram, they call us! Yet we are poets of the night, scribes of silence," they proclaimed, as Capricorn chuckled from the precipice of time.
Venus, adorned in her gilded sarcasm, descended upon the harvest moon to deliver a soliloquy to the stars. "Oh, how the constellations twinkle in their pompous ignorance," she mused. "Mere lights, yet they consider themselves gods.
And so, the zodiac turned, a wheel of fortune and folly. The serpent hissed beneath the scales of Libra, while Gemini forged a bridge of laughter between them. Here, the Entropic Narratives begin, a tapestry of forgotten cosmic tales, unraveling under the weight of heavenly sighs.
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