Advertisement in the astral plains is timeless. How could Dionysus resist a discounted equilibrium? Those nebular savings events draw star-shepherds under the lunar ambits: complimentary tote bags filled with darkness. Isn't it curious how thirsty consumers navigate through clusters via unspoken whispers conducted by cosmic spectacles?
A charismatic merchant passes galaxies peddling grainy vacuums and broadcast silences. Each echo-star holds layers, prices etched in evaporating gold foil, yet silence sits profound, appraised under gossiping nebulas. Commerce holds new pyramids, all enrolled beneath veils. A peculiar study in taking silence loud.
Dinner served aboard galaxies spinning hypoallergenic plena. Cryptic jest inscribed upon foam. Champagne filled with groans. "Free sea salt upon fleeting shores," they once declared. Everything different—nothing else would weigh upon your plate tonight.