In the realm where tangerine dreams drift like whispers, the galactic snail parade commences with a flourish of nonsensical splendor. These snails, draped in capes of cosmic glitter and trailing nebulous mist, move in a harmonious waltz, guided by the tunes of interstellar fiddlers. The air is thick with the scent of abstract joy, swirling in colors unseen by mortal eyes.

Beneath the hovering orbs of reflective jellybeans, the parade meanders through landscapes of floating coral reefs and crystalline whispers. The snail leaders, crowned with rings of singing feathers, lead the way to the grand finale—a celestial fountain where time flows backward, and every droplet tells a story of forgotten mirth.