Zak Qlikman, a visitor from Kepler-1649c wanders the vast steppes of Mongolia. S/He came to unveil the mysteries of the sky through their latest invention—a cloud-shaping device.

Now s/he understands all the absurdity and profundity of life. Existance is a dance of creation and destruction, an eternal cycle of chaos and order, where the grotesque and the surreal become truth. S/He surrenders to the flow, their consciousness dissolving into the infinite expanse of the sky.

The world above splits open, revealing a gaping maw of infinite darkness. Cloud faces scream silently. Overwhelmed by the scene, their mind grapples with existential questions. 

Then the  sky becomes a swirling maelstrom of colors and shapes, a living, breathing entity. Stars pulse with malevolent energy, their twisted forms casting eerie, shifting shadows. Constellations writhe and dance, their patterns constantly changing, as if the very heavens are alive and in flux.

In this spectacle, a strange sense of belonging emerges. The chaos and absurdity resonate with something deep within, a primal connection to the cosmic forces that govern the universe. Now s/he is both a participant and an observer, caught in the ebb and flow of the celestial dance.

The energy is almost unbearable. The air crackles with electricity, the ground vibrates with a low, resonant hum. S/He feels their consciousness expanding, merging with the cosmic forces at play. S/He is no longer just an individual but a part of something much larger, a single thread in the vast tapestry of existence.