“In the vast, unyielding expanse of the cosmos, where stars twinkle like embers in a vast forge, we find the Irony Constellation. A lone star flickers, its name: 'Maybe'. Orbiting this indifferent luminary are its satellites, 'Probably Not' and 'Definitely Maybe Not'.
Look closer and you might just see the dark matter—an abstract thought, a fleeting whim, or perhaps just cosmic dust that is actually a collection of unfulfilled wishes and ironic postcards.
So here we wander, charting our course through the astral hipster haze—a nebula formed from the whispers of stars that once dreamed of being planets, but settled for existential ennui instead.