In the nebula of the mundane, a tiny grain whispered to the stars,
"Why is it that I find myself perpetually at the Earthy beaches?"
The cosmos giggled.
Embarking on a celestial journey, our sandgrain sought answers:
to delve into the sandy depths of universal humor.
"Hey, Moon, any grains of wisdom?"
"Only if you sift through our Milky Whey," chuckled the Milk Way.
En route, it encountered the Galaxy of Grains,
where each rested on a cosmic beach, contemplating its own inconsequentials.
Stardust sprinkled the night, but what does a grain know about twinkling,
beyond its ability to bask under the great Tubby Tuber?
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