In the grand microcosm, where planets twirl in elegant whispers, a new opera arises. The title? "Humans: A Tragicomic Journey."

A snail once dreamed of speed, while planets plotted their impossible races across a sky painted with invisible ink. The ink? Oh, it screams of humanity's ultimate demise, or maybe just Tuesday's grocery list.

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The cosmos chuckles, a vacuum's quizzical parody, as asteroids audition for roles in this interstellar sitcom.

If you wish to mock the stars further, please consult the manual of misaligned constellations.

In this universe, every constellation holds a secret: they represent disappointed dreams rendered in stardust and cosmic hiccups.