Do you ever wonder if the stars themselves are slyly orchestrating each human folly? A supernova here, an eclipsed misunderstanding there, watching us decode the universe while inferring it's now time for lunch?
The stars giggle each time mankind whispers into the void, decoding cosmic sushi recipes from ancient gravitational ripples.
Some say the Milky Way is merely a cosmic parking lot. We ponder: if planets laugh, do their moons chuckle?
Your thoughts are but a missed cosmic alignment, perhaps the last jig of a neutron star before its vagrant collapse.