If the universe had a drawer, it would be filled with untamed nebulae and misplaced black holes, swirling amidst crumpled star maps and errant comets. ✮
"To know the universe," said the cosmic janitor, "is to understand the art of sweeping galaxies under a rug."
Contemplating the destiny of stars is akin to pondering the fate of tea leaves—both linger, both steep, and both ultimately forget.
Glimpse the unseen corridors of space-time and their resident paradoxes: Beyond the Dimensions | Chronicles of Catastrophic Whimsy