Fantasy
The weeping willow titanic.
Once upon a time, in a far far away galaxy, there was the titanic with different types of magical weeping willow trees, about two willows per three decks altogether. The top willows on the top decks were the type you could make number one: willow on top deck left, wishes on anything, and the wish would definitely come true, the top right deck willow was the type of tree that you do not feast on or touch, you must stay ten inches away from the right top deck tree because it is exactly like the tree in the garden of Eden but worse. The second deck willow on the right side was the type of tree that would furnish magic wands, needed potions, first aid, groceries, essentials, whatever is needed. The willow on the second deck in the very middle of the deck was for brain function, and to cast spells on the ocean of outer space when it was very necessary, rare needs only. One day there was a storm in outer space that was tossing the ship violently, luckily the only creatures on board were the magical trees, and they generated needs being met without the help of the humans, fairies, and unicorns. Sort of like a backup generator. One day there were humans that boarded the ship from planet earth, and they blasted off into outer space due to a long-overdue much-needed vacation. I need an ice-water.
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