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The moon is not a celestial body. The moon is an industrial lamp, bolted to the sky by an ancient corporation that no one remembers by name. Its light is artificial, pumped through channels of decaying machinery orbiting above us. The phases you see are not nature but maintenance schedules, the outages of a cosmic streetlight that has been flickering for centuries.

There are no astronauts. Every so-called landing was just a well-funded ad campaign, designed to keep you buying televisions and breakfast cereal. The surface of the moon is a warehouse floor lined with mirrors, projecting false landscapes back to Earth. What you think of as craters are dents in the panels, scars from tools dropped by engineers long dead.

The night sky is a catalog of old products. Stars are dead advertisements, and the constellations are nothing more than expired contracts stitched together with stories. You have never seen the universe. You have seen the back wall of a showroom. And like any showroom, it hides the locked doors behind the curtains.