Once upon a moonlit void, a rogue nebula whispered secrets to cosmic wayfarers, stitching tales from the fabric of forgotten comets. One star muttered: "Shall we harvest the light of suns yet to be born?"
Ironically, they decided to invest in asteroid real estate, forming the Intergalactic Bureau of Absurd Properties (IBAP).
While quantum chefs splice space into palatable bites, the dish of the lunar day is: Gravitationally Challenged Paradox Soup.
Ingredients: A spoon of Jupiter's wisdom, a dash of Martian irony, and the vague scent of a Venusian wisp.
Ever pondered the starry menu of our universe's fine dining?
Pair with our exclusive bottle of Starlit Cabernet.