Once rumored to illuminate the forgotten corners of the universe, it has since been relegated to the vastness of oblivion.
Y was speculated to bend time itself, now it bends none but the futile minds attempting to decipher its riddled glow.
Z is an enigmatic marvel. Here, matter and meaning evaporate at their singularity, leaving irony in vacuum.
Uncharted yet often quoted, this Equinox has postponed its findings on celestial seasonal sarcasm.