It was supposed to be the moment when the entire galaxy aligned with the celestial rhythms, creating a symphony of cosmic harmony. Instead, we got a 3am Taco Bell commercial break in the middle of the universe.
We tried to meditate on the meaninglessness of existence, but our collective zen just wasn't there. Maybe it's because we're secretly all just a bunch of space-dwelling, dimension-hopping, reality-warping hipsters?
Phase four, anyone?
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