Cosmic gallery.
Works of
art.
One after
the next.
Craftsmanship
unequaled.
Designed
dots of
creation.
All
hung out
to dry.
Sprayed
throughout.
Floating.
Spinning.
Everywhere.
Dimensionally
unbounded.
Living art.
Evolving
art.
Staggering
portfolio,
infinite
portfolio.
Artisan's
project,
reflected
in each
eye.
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