Greetings from the interstellar void,
where socks find solace and planets spin propaganda.
Signal Received: 404 Not Found.
Bandwidth of a dream, frequency of a nightmare.
Cosmic banter translated as existential dread.
The Martian coffee shops are underwhelming.
See Transmission 714
A man once spoke to the stars, and the stars replied...
"Three bananas on Jupiter, please,"
went the telegram,
but it never reached its cosmic correspondent.
Return.
Echo.
Under.
Current.
Return to the Future