Welcome aboard the Starship Baker's Odyssey, where the flour dust clouds clear to promote equal visibility across space! You see, the third moon of Jupiter has proclamations of pie
controversy, leading us to bake the universe's approved sweets in orbital tradition. Listening to the right tunes, mind you, holds the key to impeccable cupcake fluffiness.
Now, as I drift through flour galaxies, mixing in cocoa comets, I often ponder...
could stars ever require sifting of their cosmic sands? Must time circles take fluency in pastry dialects? Will a galaxy ever phone for a cookie on the go?
Today's Mystery Ingredients: 11001100 cookies seasoned with licorice dreams and everlasting optimism — smells literally transcended by sprightly hope.