Midnight Harvest of Constellations

Did you know? Taurus the Taco stands proudly in the midnight sky, overflowing with cosmic salsa and queso. Ever thought Gemini had a secret handshake woven of starlight and taco shells? Now you do!

Once upon a starry hour, a constellation's power. "Hey, you with the ear to the shell, telling time in Warren, Ohio, you swell!" Thus, stars arranged a stellar rhyme, echoing hooks from forgotten sea mime. "Pluto's just a dwarf in a shell is true, but Neptune plays maracas, a dance party ensues!" "Beware of Lepus the Hare, so bold, stealing sea-foamed tales, legends retold."   "And who are you to judge me, comet?" asked Capella, with a caramel bonnet. Those who dine at constellations' table, know, midnight harvest they can enable…

Mystery reigns until the morning light when astrological benefactors ponder, "What if a constellation could harvest coffee beans?" Find out more. Or better yet, converse with a capybara born under the auspices of Ursa Major ¡-!. Chart it here.