Vibra-utopian

On a planet, you are warming your wet hands underneath a hand-dryer where you then rest your weary forehead on it's plastic case. The warmth and the gentle vibrations onto your skull stimulate blood flow; it is very nice. The planet unexpectedly explosed, and you automatically adapt. The mechanical shockwaves, gravity waves and electromagnetic emissions, across the orders of magnitude, are still cosy like a quietly humming beacon of soft light in a vibrating case.

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Where a star exploding feels like a warm, vibrating bath; where a warm, vibrating bath feels like a warm, vibrating bath.

No matter how deeply my wave may trough for however long, I shall always be happier than I ever could have been as a baseline...