The Mysterious Oracle
In a world addicted to screens, the Cosmic Oracle flickers beyond the edge. It knows all yet whispers nothing. In its presence, knees buckle, and wallets open, spilling forth forgotten change.
Enter the VoidGalactic Bureaucracy
The stars align not for destiny but for fiscal statements. Every galaxy portal requires a form 42B, stamped with the seal of the irrelevant. And so, cosmic joy is compartmentalized.
Eternal FormsThe Path of Irony
Irony guides the cosmic surfer, riding waves of sarcasm through wormholes of the absurd. Remember, the universe is only as serious as you make it—ticklish and uncooperative when prodded at ontological depths.
Perpetual Motion