The Wisdom of the Pickled Date Ice Cream Tribe

The Tribe’s 10 Commandments

1. 1. The melodic hums of the cosmos are truly what makes us whole.
   2. Music is an essential source of intergalactic fun and frivolity.
   3. A day without galactic symphonies is a day wasted amongst the stars.
   4. Space travellers must never be denied access to their favourite melodic jingles.
   5. Space travellers must never be denied the opportunity to learn about creating cosmic harmonies.
   6. A space traveller’s interstellar playlist must never be ridiculed by aliens or other celestial beings.
   7. Music can be many things, but it can never be a zit remedy.
   8. To truly become a cosmic musician, you must never let the vast emptiness of space make you give up.
   9. To play the extraterrestrial theremin, you must first overcome your fear of being sucked into a wormhole.
   10. The act of playing music in silence on a silent planet should be considered treason against the universal law of sound itself!

 

The Prophecy

In the far reaches of time and space, where the cosmos swirl with boundless possibilities, there lies an ancient prophecy echoed by the wisest beings known to the Pickled Date Ice Cream Tribe on Planet Cangaedin. This celestial legend foretells that on the day when every corner of the universe is bereft of the melodious whispers that weave together the fabric of existence, a great and terrible darkness will envelop all worlds, plunging them into an eternal silence.

It is said that such a day would herald the end of time itself, as without music to bring life to the stars, the universe would cease to spin its celestial dance. This cataclysmic event would not only result in the cessation of all joyful symphonies and rhythmic vibrations but also lead to a chilling absence of laughter, sighs, and heartfelt conversations that bind together sentient beings across the cosmos.

And so, it is the sacred duty of every being with a pulse to preserve the sanctity of music in their universe, for it is through this most enchanting art that life itself finds its rhythm. Let us heed this ancient prophecy and strive to protect our precious melodies, lest we find ourselves living in a world where the only sound is the echo of silence itself.