Welcome, weary traveler, to the nebula's embrace. A place where cosmic tendrils smooth the edges of untold chaos and absurdity. Here lies the irony of the universe, not in its vastness but in its piquant simplicity. Once, I sought solace among the stars, only to find that even the Milky Way has its share of cosmic bureaucracy and parking tickets. Oh, how the quasars chuckle at our earthly pursuits!
Breathe in the stardust and exhale your earthly taxes. Feel the gravitational pulls of lost love and misplaced ambition. Wonder, briefly, at the pulsar's glow and its mocking wink. You see, every time a star dies, somewhere a dream is born — but let's face it, they usually turn out just as predictable and mundane as the rest of us.