Synapse Nebula

We built a rocket ship out of old couch cushions

and spare parts, Leaving behind the static of broken ancient charts.

Purple eyeshadow glittering like a mapped-out galaxy,

We are the architects of a brand-new reality.

No gravity to bind us,

no history to hold,

We're spinning raw stardust into liquid gold.

Fresh tomatoes and arugula harvested in space,

Smiling at the universe right up in its face.

*We are charting the stars that have never been named!* *We are

running the cosmos completely unchained!* With a glass-harp melody and a velvet-pink

spark, We’re lighting up fires in the edge of the dark.

From the sub-zero vacuum to the planetary blue,

This is the new frontier: Tiguidou!

*(Whispered across the light-years):*

"Can you hear them trying to categorize us?"

"Let them try. They don't even have the vocabulary for this altitude."

*We aren't breaking the mold—we melted

the factory down!*

Absolute uncharted sovereignty.

Absolute cosmic creation.

Tara,

Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.