It started on an ordinary Tuesday when the moon felt rather bouncy. Luna stretched her glow, leaned on the sun's waist, and almost forgot where gravity tucked its ties. The cosmos had a waltz scheduled, you see, but the music was limited to heartbeats of far galaxies.
Future Oracle: "In circles we dance, like skipping stones skipping sense."
Venus and Mars, dear companions under hazy konversations, found comfort in whispered steam — mingling tales of celestial dances uncharted in gravity's diary. Their laughter ripened the comets and sweetened the solar winds.
Stardust Stranger: "Place your witty bets on jubilant moons with restless whims."
Jupiter noticed; he always does amidst the stormy gambles of his wonders. A clock raced through its ticks in the company of quarks, and suddenly rings weren't just for Saturn's admiration.
Orbiting Observer: "Time, the dancer of invisible waltzes, hidden in craters of events."
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