In the quietude of the heliophoric hinterlands, amidst undiscovered derivatives of peace, the galaxies dared breach their bureaucratic quagmire. Stars conferred on matters mundane: clumping of cosmic dust, and the inexplicable increase in the revenue from dark energy taxes.
Authoritarian asteroids locked their orbits, plotting complex gravitational maneuvers to sidestep interstellar lawsuits. Planets, shackled to their axes, spun tales of ambition—encounters with rogue moons and black hole diplomacy.
The Milky Way’s annual gala had arrived once again, and its guest speakers stood resolute: ancient quasars. Dressed in spectral light, their wisdom on the nuances of cosmic epistemology brought tears to the void.
Have the celestial muses ever been so hip, so in touch with the astral zeitgeist?