Art par IA: Title: Cosmic Misdelivery Page 1: Panel 1: A vast galaxy with countless stars and planets. A spaceship, marked "Intergalactic Courier Service," zooms through space. Panel 2: Inside the ship, a nervous-looking alien delivery pilot named Zog fumbles with a holographic map. Panel 3: Zog, sweating, realizes he’s made a mistake. "Oh no… I mixed up the delivery addresses!" Page 2: Panel 1: A massive, menacing warlord, Emperor Grakthar, looms over his minions. A delivery bot hands him a small, fuzzy creature in a basket. Panel 2: Grakthar’s eye twitches. "I ordered the Oblivion Orb, not… a ‘Cuddlefluff’?!" Panel 3: Cut to a peaceful, pastel-colored planet where a group of monks meditate around a floating lotus. A delivery bot presents them with a glowing, ominous black sphere. Panel 4: The monks stare at it. One whispers, "This… this is not the Sacred Fluff of Serenity." Page 3: Panel 1: Zog, frantically trying to fix his mistake, hails both planets via his communicator. "Uh… small problem. I, uh, kinda need those packages back." Panel 2: Emperor Grakthar, now with the Cuddlefluff in his lap, growls, "I… suppose I can return it. But only if you retrieve it yourself." Panel 3: The monks, staring at the dark sphere as it starts vibrating ominously, respond, "Please. Take it back before it begins… whatever it is doing." Page 4: Panel 1: Zog lands his ship on Grakthar’s warship, tiptoes past the towering guards, and carefully swaps the Cuddlefluff with the Oblivion Orb. Panel 2: As soon as the orb is removed, the warlord visibly relaxes. "Strange… I… felt at peace for the first time in eons." Panel 3: Zog dashes back to the monks, breathless, returning the Sacred Fluff. Panel 4: The monks sigh in relief as the fluff purrs, emitting waves of calming energy. "Balance is restored." Page 5: Panel 1: Zog collapses in his pilot seat. "That could’ve been… really bad." Panel 2: His ship’s alert beeps. A new order pops up: "EXPRESS DELIVERY TO PLANET DRAKX-7. HIGH PRIORITY." Panel 3: Zog sighs, "Here we go again…" Panel 4: The ship zooms off into space, leaving a faint, sparkling trail behind.

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Title: Cosmic Misdelivery Page 1: Panel 1: A vast galaxy with countless stars and planets. A spaceship, marked "Intergalactic Courier Service," zooms through space. Panel 2: Inside the ship, a nervous-looking alien delivery pilot named Zog fumbles with a holographic map. Panel 3: Zog, sweating, realizes he’s made a mistake. "Oh no… I mixed up the delivery addresses!" Page 2: Panel 1: A massive, menacing warlord, Emperor Grakthar, looms over his minions. A delivery bot hands him a small, fuzzy creature in a basket. Panel 2: Grakthar’s eye twitches. "I ordered the Oblivion Orb, not… a ‘Cuddlefluff’?!" Panel 3: Cut to a peaceful, pastel-colored planet where a group of monks meditate around a floating lotus. A delivery bot presents them with a glowing, ominous black sphere. Panel 4: The monks stare at it. One whispers, "This… this is not the Sacred Fluff of Serenity." Page 3: Panel 1: Zog, frantically trying to fix his mistake, hails both planets via his communicator. "Uh… small problem. I, uh, kinda need those packages back." Panel 2: Emperor Grakthar, now with the Cuddlefluff in his lap, growls, "I… suppose I can return it. But only if you retrieve it yourself." Panel 3: The monks, staring at the dark sphere as it starts vibrating ominously, respond, "Please. Take it back before it begins… whatever it is doing." Page 4: Panel 1: Zog lands his ship on Grakthar’s warship, tiptoes past the towering guards, and carefully swaps the Cuddlefluff with the Oblivion Orb. Panel 2: As soon as the orb is removed, the warlord visibly relaxes. "Strange… I… felt at peace for the first time in eons." Panel 3: Zog dashes back to the monks, breathless, returning the Sacred Fluff. Panel 4: The monks sigh in relief as the fluff purrs, emitting waves of calming energy. "Balance is restored." Page 5: Panel 1: Zog collapses in his pilot seat. "That could’ve been… really bad." Panel 2: His ship’s alert beeps. A new order pops up: "EXPRESS DELIVERY TO PLANET DRAKX-7. HIGH PRIORITY." Panel 3: Zog sighs, "Here we go again…" Panel 4: The ship zooms off into space, leaving a faint, sparkling trail behind.
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Title: Cosmic Misdelivery Page 1: Panel 1: A vast galaxy with countless stars and planets. A spaceship, marked "Intergalactic Courier Service," zooms through space. Panel 2: Inside the ship, a nervous-looking alien delivery pilot named Zog fumbles with a holographic map. Panel 3: Zog, sweating, realizes he’s made a mistake. "Oh no… I mixed up the delivery addresses!" Page 2: Panel 1: A massive, menacing warlord, Emperor Grakthar, looms over his minions. A delivery bot hands him a small, fuzzy creature in a basket. Panel 2: Grakthar’s eye twitches. "I ordered the Oblivion Orb, not… a ‘Cuddlefluff’?!" Panel 3: Cut to a peaceful, pastel-colored planet where a group of monks meditate around a floating lotus. A delivery bot presents them with a glowing, ominous black sphere. Panel 4: The monks stare at it. One whispers, "This… this is not the Sacred Fluff of Serenity." Page 3: Panel 1: Zog, frantically trying to fix his mistake, hails both planets via his communicator. "Uh… small problem. I, uh, kinda need those packages back." Panel 2: Emperor Grakthar, now with the Cuddlefluff in his lap, growls, "I… suppose I can return it. But only if you retrieve it yourself." Panel 3: The monks, staring at the dark sphere as it starts vibrating ominously, respond, "Please. Take it back before it begins… whatever it is doing." Page 4: Panel 1: Zog lands his ship on Grakthar’s warship, tiptoes past the towering guards, and carefully swaps the Cuddlefluff with the Oblivion Orb. Panel 2: As soon as the orb is removed, the warlord visibly relaxes. "Strange… I… felt at peace for the first time in eons." Panel 3: Zog dashes back to the monks, breathless, returning the Sacred Fluff. Panel 4: The monks sigh in relief as the fluff purrs, emitting waves of calming energy. "Balance is restored." Page 5: Panel 1: Zog collapses in his pilot seat. "That could’ve been… really bad." Panel 2: His ship’s alert beeps. A new order pops up: "EXPRESS DELIVERY TO PLANET DRAKX-7. HIGH PRIORITY." Panel 3: Zog sighs, "Here we go again…" Panel 4: The ship zooms off into space, leaving a faint, sparkling trail behind.

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