"Stars are explosions in pause," she whispered, scribbling upon the silent tapestry of nothingness. Perhaps it was a stellar self-help manual, or perhaps the Comet Café menu was lost in translation. The galaxy, it seems, buzzed on the well-structured irony of spinning gas balls reminding us all to, unequivocally, "Embrace the Explosive Chaos." Absurd Galaxy III was now scheduling.
Section 237 of the Galactic Regulation Manual mentions at large, and with no small flourish, the proper methods for debating with light particles. Guided debate formulas are highly recommended, but do remember participation in discussion forums is against stellar conduct policy. Ironic, isn't it? §§Heads will roll, but not ere they become moons.©©§§
Seek, if you dare, the relics through Portal Vignettes, where Helios Tragedies masquerade as neon pamphlets under cosmic gas stations, promising truths but peddling enigmas in three astonishing colors: Uncertainty, Irony, and almost-too-real Black Matter.