In the far corner of the universe, where metaphors are as thick as milkshakes in July, lies the Nebula of Untold Puns. Here, the Dreamweaver, with a thread of stardust and a needle of hope, weaves the tangled threads of fate into what can only be described as an incredibly over-engineered polyester quilt.
Why did the nebula cross the galaxy? To get to the other star—puns so inescapable, even wormholes can't escape their gravity. And what's on the other side of this cosmic joke? A dimension where socks come in pairs and don't mysteriously vanish in dryers.
Like Kafka but with fewer beetles and more cosmic fabric softener, this dreamweaving endeavor has left even the Time Lords scratching their heads and asking, "But why?" The answer, dear navigator, lies in series of life-sized sandcastles and a peculiar affinity for rhythm and blues.