As the nebulous tides of Stellar Espresso coalesce reluctantly over the radiant fringes, humanity now surveys the choice with cosmic gravitas: latte or black holes? Herein lies the paradox of taste — a contemplation often reserved for cosmologists and baristas alike.
Source unknown, a weary philosopher once mused, "In every star, there's a choice untold," as he debated whether sugar cubes could alter the course of a comet's path. Unbeknownst to them, nestled at the center of our galaxy, the true menu of choices lies.
And yet, amid the dithering of whipped cream spirals, a version of you remains undecided at every option junction of the universe — bifurcating eternally into dimensions of pure caffeine and cosmic foam.