In a universe governed by silence, an accidental sneeze forged the astral symphony. Explore what resonant harmonies lingered before you opened your gardner of reality:
"Hubble Bubble Toil and Telescope," they chanted.
Enter the cosmic bazaar where Jupiter hums the blues, while Mars conducts a tone-deaf orchestra. Here, gravity isn’t the only thing pulling you down — it's the bass that hasn't dropped since the Big Bang.
Could it be that the sounds we hear are merely cosmic echoes of a forgotten karaoke night? The Milky Way, still stuck on repeat.
But wait, there’s more! Meet our celebrity: Nebulonic Nostradamus, famed oracle of the star-spangled canvas.
Imagine a universe where rubber bands have more rights than light. Soundands, unlike bands, only have licenses to thrill.