In the swirling cosmos where galaxies hum lullabies and black holes burp entire suns, one heroine stands… almost fully dressed. Nova Spark, protector of the Quantum Wards and wearer of one boot (don’t ask), strode across the nebula runway like a comet in heat.
Today’s mission? Retrieve the Lost Sock of Andromeda — a mythical relic said to grant its wearer unmatched static cling and an irresistible scent of cinnamon. Problem is… Nova already wore it this morning and forgot. It was stuck to her cloak the whole time.
The universe prepared for war. Nova prepared… a hair flip and a sarcastic sigh.
A space pirate king demanded the sock. She offered him her other one. He burst into laughter — a mistake. The sock boomeranged back from hyperspace and smacked him square in the dignity.
Galaxy saved. Sock found. Nova strutted back into the warp field, glowing sigils pulsing with sass, and muttered:
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll find the other boot.”
