Inexplicably, three people ended up in perfect happiness. They’re having the time of their lives. Every problem is solved as if by magic. They don’t understand a thing about it and love it. Their existence is in harmony with each other and the universe. Memory and feeling unite in existential joy, and they don’t have to do a thing. Their happiness reaches unknown proportions, until they hit ecstatic, intergalactic highs.

Shooting stars are everywhere and they wish the hell out of themselves.