Maybe it's just the weed, but... the shimmering purple is speaking to me... through vibrations in the light... light go BRRRR... like imagine if we encased the giant fiery death ball of infinite cancer... with like a giant metal blast container of sorts... but with like a "jet engine" sorta opening... so like, then we could harness the sun like an actual engine... like the fuel and the engine all in one... make the fuel the engine... solar engines... okay, somebody make that happen, in like... 3 or 4 thousand years. Remember I get 5% of any profit! Er, well, not me, but I mean, my temporal clones. The versions of "me" that exist in the future.
Oh, this is better than animals... I'll post scenic or animals for last...