The universe extends its possibilities, whispering sweet nothings in voids that hear more than the ears can perceive. A celestial jest, perhaps—a supernova winking at us mortals, flickering inconvenient timelines with ironic glee.
Consider the planets, perched upon their metallic thrones, gossiping in gas-rings about the newfound admiration of Earth's keepers. "Do define irony," asks Mars, barely hiding its existential longing beneath Martian dust.
Meanwhile, asteroids congregate, debating the merits of orbital real estate. "Location, location, revolution," murmurs one, half-buried behind another in a pile of cosmic rubble, pondering home insurance against solar eruptions.
Consult the Cosmic Oracle