Once upon a cosmic lunch break, the stars ditched their celestial tables to wander Earthly markets. Their accounts of questionable human habits remind us all—never negotiate the time-space continuum with a footnote.
Here among us, they ponder the true meaning of home—turns out it’s not about places but about misplaced space sandals left in zero G. Stars: don’t follow them home, they might have a dozen cats and no parking.
Whispers of the Sky Angular Extraterrestrials The Universe is Flat