In the labyrinth of stars, they twist: celestial weavers with threads of shadows and light.
Their fingers dance across the cosmic loom, but alas, what becomes of their tapestry screams dark absurdity.
First, the Moon forgot it was Tuesday and wore mismatched phases.
Jupiter’s spaghetti thrummed a little too passionately, almost convincing Venus to audition for a comedy skit.
Linking the unrehearsed stars now brings one to Cosmic Affair or perhaps Lost in Venus.