Somewhere in the omnipresent vault, a rogue particle has requested a refund on its dance ticket.
Nebulas sway, unaware that time has played the ultimate practical joke, delaying their cosmic waltz.
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"Did you see", whispered the mitochondria to the neutron, "how that star just moonwalked?"
Space giggles, a void's chuckle echoing in frequencies unheard by the untrained cosmic ear.
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Here lies black holes, nature's mischief-makers, pulling suave galaxies into red-faced spins.
Gravity scoffs, a force so mighty it bends its own punchlines.
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