In a time so far away that the whispers of stars twinkled like shy babies in the night sky, there came a time when celestial chefs cooked delicacies out of Jupiter's jelly.
Once upon moonlit in the land where Monkeys played fiddles made of rainbows, we had dances with droplets that made sleepy dreams tickled by sunshine rabbits.
Would you wish to hear a whale sing beneath the Saturn rings? Find whaled songs here!
Are there elves crafting new songs by a comet's tail? Certainly! And every song has a dance.
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