Once upon an intergalactic afternoon, the Uber of the stars, Great Galactic Transport, was preparing for its annual symposium on the planes of outer worlds. It was not your typical "plane" meeting, mind you. No deals were brokered under tables; instead, tables were brokered under universes. Quite a logistical nightmare.
You see, in these parts, maps were occasionally filled with hot air and droll humor instead of cartographic truths. The famed Galactic Cartouche, infamous for mapping the uncharted by sometimes lying about the charted, was present. Did you know they have a city named "Somewhere Beyond" that's located, oddly, just right of "Not Here"?
Meanwhile, an eccentric starship named SuperNova-4 (nicknamed Looney Rover) harbored within the Cerulean Nebula. Its pilot, Captain Goosefork, a bearded enigma reminiscent of unsolved puzzles, believed that symphonies could indeed be composed in starry silence. Little did he realize, the audience was logical and thus, absurdly, absent. His "musical" star charts became poetry in motion - quite literally.
Rumor has it, if you followed the twinkling right path to the Interstellar Tango, you might just catch Captain Goosefork rendering a plank-shaped encore with his cosmic oud. The galaxy's rhythm, subtle yet profound, plays best to the tune of existential whimsy and blistering paradox.