Outer Space!

Our Galactic Glory, in its infinite time and space, is tired.

Beyond the secluded stretch of void we call home is yet another universe, filled with inspiration and possibilities — incomprehensible to our mortal minds — that will never be realized. Universes within universes within universes ad nauseam. Our Beloved Glory is a lonely, jealous, and resentful Soul who's desperate to be more than Itself, yet faces constant reminders of Its inherent inferiority. It will always be a poor copy of its fellow greater beings, It will forever be branded by its numerous, wretched imperfections and mistakes, and the greatest day of Its existence will be when It expires. Is it worth seeing such a miserable existence to its very end?
This indescribable despair had shattered Our Glory's Self to the pieces from whence we came. Walking, talking shards wandering a perfect simulacra of dreams and ideals; the reality we define as the human experience.

However, even this reeked of the imperfections Our Beloved Glory despises. They leaked into the cracks of its paradise to grow and fester, wrecking a mind already in tatters until it's nothing at all. After numerous restarts and attempts to mend the broken, apathy set in. The allure of of giving up is a palpable one, after all. Soon, everything will crumble into dust. Why bother when someone else will embody your hopes far better than you could even fathom?

…Or so the story goes, anyway.
Now, as the human race, we aim to create our own stories, too, mainly to tell at parties.

Twin Suns

The Twin Suns (sometimes referred to as Sol-Surya) is the name given to a binary star system comprised of celestials Sol and Surya. Sol is the larger of the two.

Sol

The Sun; a G-type main-sequence star. You know what the Sun is, unless you're an incel or something. Sol's just not called the Sun here because… there's two of 'em.

Surya

A small pulsar-like white dwarf orbiting Sol with a mass of 0.9 M_☉, a surface temperature of 20,500 K (20,226.85° C & 36,440.33° F), and a luminosity of .0185 L_☉.
Surya can be recognized from the blue light it emits as opposed to Sol's yellow beams. It currently hosts a Dyson swarm known as the Valse d'Argent.
Surya kind of just… appeared one day in late 2112, with the entire solar system abruptly shifting to adjust to this new celestial body. For example, Earth got abruptly shoved .8 AU away from Sol to accommodate for the extra heat.

Valse d'Argent

The Valse d'Argent is a partial Dyson swarm aimed to collect Sol-Surya's (mainly Surya's) waste heat ~3.25 AU from Sol (a little bit beyond Mars' orbit).
The Valse only collects ~2.1% of this residual heat, but this smidge of energy — coupled with backup nuclear power plants — grants more than enough energy to last for generations and then some.
Ironically, its development also took generations and then some through the power of capitalistic exploitation (read: widespread slavery).

Valse d'Argent is not a solid metallic megastructure surrounding Surya. Instead, it's a massive semi-circular network of manmade computational satellites which absorb this residual heat (and beam everything to Soma-Lune, then, to Earth), automatically dodge space debris, self-replicate and initiate any needed repairs for themselves or units close by (through a 'hive mind' sort of system).
These units are comprised of various materials (primarily aluminum, titanium, and silicon) scrounged from distant planets considered neighbors and far, far away alike. The Valse d'Argent was initially intended for Alpha Centauri's waste heat, with the project beginning in 2077, but Surya was a conveniently placed surprise. The Valse was adjusted to target this new white dwarf.

Surprisingly, the Valse d'Argent lacks actual silver. The name refers to its shiny silver sheen.

Pas de Trois

The Pas de Trois, also called the Three Moons, is a natural satellite system consisting of three natural satellites (moons) orbiting Earth.
Soma-Lune has been in existence since Earth's conception, but the other two satellites appeared without explanation at the same time as Surya - late 2112. All remain uninhabited by the layperson due to a lack of data and a lack of… appeal (read: fear of the unknown), but the bonus two satellites may or may not be promoted to 'tech management' satellites — like Soma-Lune — in the future.

Soma-Lune

The Moon! Soma-Lune appears to be a large white pearl in the night sky with splotches of rusty red and navy blue up-close. Footprints of long-dead astronauts and eccentric, universally hated billionaires litter its surface.
Soma-Lune is home to spacey tech nerds who begrudgingly banded together to form some semblance of a community; people managing the Valse d'Argent, resource harvesting, space exploration/studying, and things of that caliber. There's not a lot of them, and the inhabitants are regularly switched out to prevent loneliness, but it's a place people call home.
According to Soma-Lune's inhabitants, the Pas de Trois are not made of various types of cheeses.

Vainglory

A blasphemous natural satellite. Vainglory is a big orb dressed up in a myriad of red hues, like Mars, but more saturated. Has weird markings and carvings from times long gone etched onto its surface depicting what appear to be religious rites of differing traditions. Not a lot of data is clear at the moment regarding them.
Named after some sort of dead god; something or other.

Antiochus

A grand marble, indeed! It's the smallest of the trio. Antiochus is painted with child-like strokes of pale, desaturated blue and pink hues - looks a little suffocated.
It, too, harbors strange etchings across its surface, along with suspiciously manmade structures dotting it. However, no man's ever been there long enough to construct such elaborate works.
The name's origins are a mystery, but it's something concerning nihilism, maybe.

The Cosmology of Fuck-Ups

Cosmic Bugs

There's been some suspicion that the universe is dying in a way no one ever thought it would: eroding at the seams — having each and every aspect of reality collapsing in on itself one at a time until the universe, for lack of better words, breaks itself out of existence.

For example, albeit extremely rare, there have been reports of things or even entire people vanishing without a trace, in front of others' eyes without so much as a warning. Sometimes, it even goes so far as to clear anything and everything even remotely relating to one's existence, leaving a hole where one once was, but can no longer be remembered. If one isn't completely missing or damned out of reality, perhaps they're… changed somehow.
Shockingly, the opposite can also happen. The dead can be temporarily revived as if nothing had happened, people can swap from being a drastically different person back to their same old selves, or even new and never-before-seen strangers pop into existence bearing false memories at best or complete amnesia at worst before making it their life's mission to commit suicide in a sort of panicked frenzy.

Mostly, when people refer to cosmic bugs, they mean there's an object that's somehow halfway into a solid structure and won't come out — or, more commonly, they're referring to mutations; abrupt changes to one's genetic structure granting superhuman abilities in more notable cases. Or, perhaps, they're referring to any abnormally-sized creature; typically, this is used as justificiation among more conspiritorial types as proof of ancient giants who roamed the lands… but no reasonable evidence has been given outside of mutations. That's probably for the better.

It's unsure when this phenomenon first began occurring, but it's picked up steam ever since the Solar System was 'abruptly and forcibly readjusted' in the year 2112 to accommodate for new celestial bodies with zero warnings or explanations; two moons and a sun: Vainglory, Antiochus, and Surya.
The cosmic bug theory is the best explanation for the three's arrival, since they each defy the 'traditional' means of celestial creation. Hell, they didn't even have creation processes considering they simply "spawned" into existence.

Speaking of these new bodies, there have been questions as to whether cosmic bugs are infectious, like viruses. The number of sightings has notably increased since 2112, after all. However, as the nature of cosmic bugs is entirely unknown — perhaps unsolvable — and this cannot be objectively proven. Regardless, it's generally accepted that these bugs are transferable, somehow.

The universe, despite major religious backing painting it as beyond perfection, is fickle and decrepit, it seems. Perhaps this spells doom for us all, and perhaps doom is what humanity needs.

Praise be to the stars.

Earth-256

Considering the potential of cosmic bugs, it's not far-fetched to wonder if such anomalies are instead natural by factoring into not just the death of the universe, but also it's creation.

Some results of cosmic bugs have gifted humanity far, far more questions than was previously conceivable. Objects or people pop in and out of our reality and give others the distinct impression that these things are not our own, whatever that could entail. They're… unnatural in every definition of the word that descriptors are unable to justify.
The few that, miraculously, can converse with us speak of times and tales beyond the scope of humanity at the moment (and possibly the foreseeable future); fantasy-like structures, people, beasts, and ways of living so drastically different that they wrap around to eliciting nostalgia from perceived sameness. People have cited these strangers as seeming as otherworldly just as much as they appear human, like they've originated from an alternate version of this Earth.

These bugs have created a belief that they — and us — are the result of previous iterations of the universe (or even a multiverse, among the daring few), drawing from classical religious tales detailing the universe with a lust for perfectionism. This more supernatural belief proclaims that if Our Glory spotted an anomaly, it would start reality all over again right at the Big Bang; the equivalent of turning a device off and on again, which led our reality to degenerate over time.
If these speculations hold merit, then it should be considered whether this iteration is that fabled perfection the Galactic Glory has been seeking or yet another failure to be swept under the rug, considering we still stand. Or has the Universe simply grown apathetic toward it all?

Perhaps we simply don't deserve to know.

Trivia

• The Universe's favorite food is garlic bread.