Once upon a supernova, the cosmos penned a lament. In the galaxy's inbox, unnoticed, the stars clicked "accept" on despair's terms and conditions.
The nebulae sighed, slowly organizing their existential crisis into a microcosmic filing system. "Futile," one quasar mused, "but at least it's organized." Read more about the filing system.
Somewhere in the Orion outpost, a comet's tail flickered—a half-hearted attempt at celestial charisma, seeking validation, perhaps, from an understudy supernova.
Interstellar email chains circulated warnings about light pollution ethics, but the black holes mocked the jargon with unsent tweets. "Retweet if you dare," they whispered, pulling unread messages into their event horizons.
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