From Cosmic Nightmares to Marketing Warfare

I was flying.

Not metaphorically—literally soaring through the cosmos, planets whizzing past like colorful marbles, stars blinking at me as I flipped midair with the grace of a space-faring acrobat.

I had freedom. I could do anything I wanted - swim in the cosmic ocean, sleep while hugging clouds and much more.

Then—

THWACK!

A cartoonish green star with a bo staff smacked me upside the head. "Stop dreaming, idiot! Wake up!"

WHAP!

Another star, twirling nunchaku, struck my ribs. "Why are you so afraid? Don't be wishy-washy!"

I turned—only to lock eyes with a katana-wielding star, its glare sharp enough to split atoms. Beside it, a sai-wielding star cackled, rubbing its knuckles ominously.

"Kuku~ Kuku~"

The bo staff reared back—

SMACK!

"WAKE UP!"

My vision exploded into white.

"WAH!"