Breaking news: The moon has been impeached, charged with lunar misconduct. Earth's government calls an emergency assembly of astral entities.
Meanwhile, an intrepid snail races relentlessly towards enlightenment, unfazed by time but perplexed by the inevitability of salt.
A whisper echoes through the ether, "Invest in stars, they never depreciate." A wise move or a celestial folly?
Captain Certainty's Dilemma: caught between the Abyss and a Tweaked Dichotomy, he charts a course for oblivion. His compass points inwards, navigating past eras of wax and wane...
Starlight, star bright, the last star I perceive tonight, oh how you mock my wanting sight.
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