The universe's greatest bestseller, An Unseen Atlas, insists on nonexistence. "Stars align invisibly," its prologue claims, "when roads are paved with silhouettes and starcrafts plot courses through existential despair."
In irony wrapped cosmic blankets, where solemn acquaintances diagnose serendipity, paths flicker brightly across atmospheric canvases, reshaping galaxies into mere doodles on dimensions' invisible desk.