Dance of the Twirling Stardust
Once upon a flickering star in the galaxy of DidJuSeeDat, sleepyhead aliens sat atop fluffy clouds tickling the Martian canines with cosmic spaghetti strings.
In the forgotten era of what-might-have-been, every starlit shadow whispered nursery rhymes in neon tongues. Would you like to ride the tail of a comet with a sandwich?
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