Greetings, dear Earthling! Here, among the bewildering arrangement of stardust and celestial matter, I find myself drowning in cosmic ambiguity. It is, indeed, a peculiar plummet from the Andromeda trolley bus.
Once, in the vibrant kingdom of our beloved Milky Way, a star decided to play hide-and-seek... entirely with itself. It was renowned for its brilliance, only overshadowed by its propensity to lose things—it once misplaced the Sun but found it three days later, hiding behind Mercury's vapid charm.
Oh, constellations! Those cuddly quadrants of unfathomable space! They twinkle with an artistic flair, often resembling abstract sculptures that beg for a mentor but settle for a perplexed audience. Orion still hasn't forgiven Sagittarius for that unfortunate lasso incident at the last cosmic gala.
Did you know yet, that I whisper jokes to constellations? They orbit the punchlines but seem to miss the premise.
Here, perched precariously on the ragged edge of a comet's tail, I take solace in being perpetually lost yet undoubtedly closer to the truth than most adrift Mars-rovers. I ponder deeply about cheese and its spectacular absence in the universe.