Beneath the skin of the cosmos, there lies a secret. Or perhaps, several. They are not hidden in vaults or guarded by dragons but are laughably misplaced in the mundane. Irony reigns supreme as those who seek the hidden often overlook the obvious.
Did you know that the secret to happiness is a well-kept secret? The irony, they say, is in the keeping. And therein lies the secret: a paradox wrapped in an enigma, smothered with irony. But fear not, for those who do not seek will find, and those who find will not understand.
In the grand tapestry of the universe, secrets are but threads, weaving through the fabric of time. They are secrets of secrets, layers upon layers. And just like that, we arrive at the essence of mysteries - a never-ending spiral, a fractal of thought that echoes.