Orbit moves swiftly, silently beneath the quilt of stars. Ha! The cosmos takes a bubble bath, and silence is its favorite shampoo. But alas! What happens when silence goes for a Yorkshire pudding instead? Hilarity ensues in the heavenly kitchen.
Repeat after me, dear traveler: The stars twinkle, the pudding jiggles, and silence whispers sweet nothings into the void. Ha! Not so bad, huh? The universe hums a lullaby, and you, my friend, are its favorite note.
Oh look! There goes the pudding, a wobbly satellite of our silent Orbit. Isn't it magnetic? One could argue, it's proof of a cosmic chef, armed with a ladle and a dream.
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