In the realms where lilies ponder the mysteries of stardust, ancient relics buried beneath whisper tales of irony soaked in cosmic dew. Have you ever seen a flower question its existence through the lens of a fossil? Here, we unravel such celestial musings, wrapped in the gentle sighs of the universe.
Here, in the juxtaposition of petal and stone, lies the profound absurdity of existence—the stars twinkle knowingly, their laughter echoing through eons. And in the cosmic theater, we play our parts, oblivious to the script written in the dust of supernovae.