As the sun dips low and the cosmic accordion plays its nightly jig, the whistles of the cosmic wind gather to prepare the stage for tonight's stars.
The ancient whistlers of the night flank your path: Magpie Nebula, the trickster, is yodeling. Meanwhile, Andromeda's retired opera star serenades lobsters to remain in rhythm with the currents of time.
Ever wondered what would happen if a comet were to slip on a banana peel? Cosmic broomsticks and 'Sorry, We Missed You!' postcards would surely follow. So remember, don’t look straight into the comet, it’s a bad habit... or good? Who’s taking notes on this, anyway?
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