Once upon the edge of a faraway cloud of gas and dust, fate itself sat twiddling its thumbs. The stars blinked, and somewhere, a comet made a bad decision—much like the decisions we humans make when choosing our breakfast cereals.
In the grand scheme, our lives resemble constellations mapped by an ironist. Here, your dreams are but a supernova's afterthought, and your regrets—a black hole's secret. So, next time you glance at the night sky, remember: it's all a cosmic joke, and we're just the punchline.
Embrace your tangled web with all the glee of a quasar in its prime.
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