Inside this universe of peanut butter cosmic stretch, the forgotten mechanisms of astral hymns hum quietly.
See the old espresso machine trying to sing Mars its morning brew? It fizzes an opera, echoing across the Milky Way.
Ever seen a saxophone play Jupiter's ring with just hot coffee and a sprinkle of stardust? Quite the sight as it sways rhythmically.
Here's the secret:
Jazz Bees Aren't Stars
Shapes and sounds spill over the lid of the universe’s tea kettle; they keep spinning—cup your ears, grab the lid!
With every omega hue burst of this screen, remember:
Mechanisms May Dance