Upon these astral planes, where silk ribbons of night entwine, our band of cosmic jesters embarks. The first step stumbles upon a resplendent nebula, mistook for a wool blanket. "Fear not the cold," quoth the Unicycle Zen Master, his wheels a dizzy whirl.
The starry hosts, twinkling and bemused, watch as the Starlit Harpy serenades the void with melodies of forgotten laundry. Her socks, once terrestrial, now wash through a cosmic cycle.
These celestial paths, illuminating yet slippery, lead our heroes to the legendary Diamond Comet. Alas! A misunderstanding with gravity ensues, where the Harpy and the Master dance, unasked, upon their own orbit.
"To travel amongst the stars," she muses, "is to believe one's self a dot upon the punctuation of a much grander tome." And with that, a meteoric sneeze scatters the ensemble's page.
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