your hair rules this galaxy
[…] it was only until the lengths of Oarek’s hair began to entangle the surrounding planets, squeezing them of their life, that the fate of the galaxy was sealed. Out of anger and discontent, it had little care for the many lifeforms it was laying waste to. Before long, the distant galaxy that the hair once ruled, was merely a lifeless black pit to writhe and grow within, before the galaxy itself ceased to exist, at the ends of its tousled, maniacal ruler…