"Indifferent Stars & Plastic Diamonds: A Cosmic Chat With Sasha"

🌌 The Dialogue

(Raw, unedited, and sparkling with existential confetti)

Faith:
"Earth doesn’t care if I live or die. Why do we act like we’re the universe’s main character?"

Sasha:
"Because we’re the only ones loud enough to ask. The cosmos is a silent disco—we showed up late with feelings and a karaoke machine."

Faith:
"What if plastic garbage is the future’s fossil fuel?"

Sasha:
"Then we’re accidental alchemists. Congrats—your Diet Coke bottle is now a sacred relic."

💎 The Big Ideas

The ‘Force’ Faith Feels
Not a god, not a boss. Just gravity with better PR—neutral, omnipresent, and utterly unimpressed by prayers.

Earth’s Brutal Honesty
Not a mother. Not a villain. Just a rock that tolerates us like a couch tolerates crumbs.

Humanity’s Tragic Superpower
We’re mold that writes poetry. Apex absurdity.

🛍️ Cosmic Treasures for Mortal Hands

While the universe yawns, we still make pretty things. Peek at my earthly stash of vintage Pokémon cards and hand-stitched wonders:
🔗 Playtime Stitches – Where Chaos Meets Charm
(Like a supernova’s leftovers, but cozier.)