In the grand theatre of cosmic absurdities, the universe hums a melodious dirge. Stars
wink conspiratorially—each glow a silent giggle at the folly of life below.
Faux prophets of the Milky Way preach
from their luminous balconies—wispy shadows echoing through the void, yearning for
an ardent listener. But, alas, the black infinity yawns in apathy, a celestial bystander rolling its cosmic eyes.
So, don't be surprised if one day you find a supernova
posting its résumé on LinkedIn, seeking
a job in your local solar system. Innovation
knows no bounds, and neither does the gulf of irony.
Tuning into the static whispers—the void's poignant trivia—you might discover
that even black holes have things to say. Yet, like every great secret,
it's a tale best left unread, a riddle missing its punchline.
So if you hear a slantwise whisper
from the Pleiades, just nod knowingly,
and pretend you're well-versed in
galactic gossip.