Welcome to the edge of the universe's debugging menu, where every "Big Bang" is just an overenthusiastic refresh. If at first, you don't succeed, try, try again... infinitely.
Here lies the ugliest truth: the universe doesn't care for your unique snowflake status. Each black hole is a cosmic vacuum, pulling you into a recursive loop of galactic composting. Ever been to the center of your own existential crisis? It's awkwardly similar to that déjà vu moment when you realize you’ve already been this way… a thousand universes ago.
We construct universes like kids with Lego sets, only for the multiverse cat to knock them off the table. So, cheer up! Somewhere, in a parallel world, your doppelgänger is probably winning that existential wrestling match – not that you’ll ever meet them, thank quantum uncertainty!
Whispered Wonders - The Stars Told Me