Chapter 51: The Supreme Galactic Throw

In the suspended courtyard of the tower, the high-altitude winds sang in silence. Super Potato placed his foot on a stabilized cloud, his cape floating like a banner of a whimsical, untamed, and probably hand-drawn kingdom. 

—"You think you're strong? You might have a tower and lightning, but i threw Saturn during recess!" Saphira raised an eyebrow, looking both intrigued and amused. "You threw what?" —"Saturn. Hahahaha, in Universe 1 where I grew up, the weaklings juggle black holes and play with universes as marriage currency i put an anti-matter Universe 3,000 kilometers from the primordial void—an inter-cartoon record."

She slowly stood up, gently placing Élya, her loyal doll, in a soft cushion bordered with Norse runes:"Okay, one galaxy each whoever throws the furthest wins." Saphira raised her hand a golden spiral descended from the sky, swirling, immense, radiating like the memory of a living star she took it between her palms a gentle, infinitely precise pressure transformed it into a condensed disc of light and gravity, silent, sublime, contained Super Potato was not to be outdone he pulled out a galaxy that blinked like a cosmic school party smiling planets played ball in it, moons danced salsa with highly questionable majesty he pulled out a rolling pin with interstellar patterns, flattened it precisely, and blew out a: "Gotta make it glide, baby."

Silence fell even the constellations suspended their rotation. Saphira inhaled, straightened herself her gaze fixed directly on the horizon line of creation, where even the gods hesitate to set foot she threw she disc sliced through the air, tracing a trail of blue lightning in the atmosphere it crossed three auroras, brushed the top of a field of frozen comets, glided over the shadow of a solitary asteroid, and disappeared into the distance, where the edge of worlds begins. Zorya, standing in her serene knightly posture, only murmured a breath. 

—"She… she touched the wall of creation."

Super Potato warmed up with a series of absurd stretches, swirling arms, a concentrated grimace he took his run-up, did a pirouette, and yelled with all the dignity of a comic book hero: "STARCH-BOOM!" And launched the galaxy bounced it spun, drew flamboyant arabesques, rebounded off a cloud of cosmic whipped cream, stretched like an overcharged comic book phrase… then disappeared into a forgotten dimension, behind a curtain of ink bubbles a scribbled sign floated in the air: "Distance: very very very very far."

Élya, Pink, and Hope finished playing, debating, perched on a cloud stand learned gestures, a bite of comet pie, hypothetical measurements with broken rulers, finally, each raised a floating sign: "TIE."

Saphira burst out laughing and collapsed onto the cloud, hysterical:"Well, you're not bad… for a potato." Super Potato, arms crossed, patted her back:"And you, you've got potential… for a miniature goddess."

They high-fived a sonic boom made a satellite in low orbit blink the two galaxies left behind phosphorescent trails, like two giant frisbees that the multiverse dared not stop all night, they shimmered in the infinite the stars watched them, astonished, as if they were finally discovering what "play" meant lying on a comet cushion, Saphira stared at the sky, her eyes full of peace:"Can we… can we do it again tomorrow?" Already chewing a vanilla shooting star, Super Potato replied: "Only if you let me choose the galaxy."

End of Chapter 51 – The Supreme Galactic Throw