The Forgotten Nebulae

In the cosmic soup, where spaghetti meets the meatball, overlooked etchings narrate the epic tales of yesterday's toasters. Oh, how ironic that the fish in your soup understand these glyphs, yet humanity is doomed to misread forever.

Once, on astral tongues, with baked beams of irony carved into cosmic threads. Did you, the celestial fool, think your quest for pudding solutions was sacred?

Venture further...
into labyrinths of foresight