In a universe where socks vanish into black holes, silence echoes as stars silently laugh at our attempts to fold them.
Ever wish on a shooting star only to realize it's the universe's way of sending a text message?
Or perhaps, a galactic "swipe left"?
Existence is like trying to assemble IKEA furniture in zero gravity—lots of parts and the instructions are in a language only understood by quasars.
Navigate the cosmic web with mere threads: mysteries, whispers, and jokes.