The stars, once oracles of fate, now lost in Google's cloud, turn anonymous tweets into celestial prose. Spiral whispers echo in the binary blackness, murmurs of memes made cryptic by caffeine and code.

Here, among the cosmic hashtags, irony wears a mask of sincerity. "Click here," the constellations plead, "for the truth of your astral self." Stars too tweet, their light reduced to data packets in the digital night.

Seek the lunar laughter in this ironic sitcom of the skies, where supernovas outshine influencers on their cosmic journey. The universe buffers, and we wait, scrolling through the void.