In the beginning and at the end, the world spins on the shell of a cosmic black snail, spewing galaxies, while the mountains take flight and rivers rise towards the infinite sky.
A black snail, of cosmic size, named Marcel, has surprised the entire universe by spewing sparkling galaxies every night, similar to space-time soap bubbles. This horned and shelled being, having learned the art of galaxy birth from the dusty old books of the Great Library of the Zeta Nebula, has established his reign over the wonderful chaos of creation.
“Marcel is a real artist. He creates these celestial shapes in a way never seen before. And the splendor of his creation is so great that it gives the stars themselves shivers of wonder,” declares Dr. Brush, a famous painter of black holes.
Meanwhile, the mountains, tired of their earthly foundations, have started to move towards the sky. They float above our heads like silent sentinels, their peaks reaching the limits of space, almost touching the feet of Marcel the Snail. The rivers, for their part, run along the floating mountains, falling in stellar cascades and feeding the lakes of the moon.
Reality, in its original format, has been traded for a canvas for a cosmic symphony of sweet madness. Humans, amazed by everyday miracles, have abandoned logic in favor of wonder, learning to navigate this new world by the glows of the newly created galaxies.
“I suppose we all need a bit of wildness to appreciate true beauty,” said Professor Mirror, a renowned philosopher of modern times. “And Marcel has given us exactly that. A wildness of the infinite universe, colored by his snail tongue.”
And so, the celestial chaos continues, illuminated by a cosmic black snail, floating above flying mountains and rivers rising towards the sky. Reality may seem distorted, but in this new surreal world, it has become a canvas for the incomparable beauty of Marcel’s universe.
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