Once upon a stellar giggle, ambitions soared on the velvet breeze, resurrecting celestial whims with the arrogance of curious timepieces. "Have you heard the tale of the recalibrated asteroid belt?" scoffed Captain Polychronos, as his wrench waltzed away into the violet swirls of affirmed misunderstandings.
In the chambers of considerable contemplation, where clocks nursed their mechanical ailments, we smiled ironically at the ongoing cosmic jest—persuaded by tea-sipping quasars to auction off last Wednesday's optimism in exchange for a box of protons. Explore the calibrated emptiness, where nebula salesmen offer discounts with a TARDIS of sardonic points.
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