In space, the most beautiful thing in the world floated. It spun, it whirled, it twisted. Past Earth, past Yydd, past the wonders, past the cosmos, past nebulas, past warps. The most beautiful thing in the world.
Hours before, the Creator of The Thing disintegrated. The sheer sight of The Thing killed him. Then, the Thing was thrown into space and sentenced to float forever.
The Collectors watched, as did the Scorpulos, and the Parlimons, but all through glasses, red, warped. It protected them from the devastating effects of The Thing.
So, it spun, moving its way through planets, stars, and galaxies. All destroyed by the Thing, disintegrating as The Thing passed by them. The dust itself formed beautiful nebulas, but none matched the beauty of the Thing...
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