Lugia was very serious, reflective, contemplating life’s eternal mysteries. He was introspective, enflamed by inner fragrance and beaming council. He was rattling with psychic auroras, being divined by the inner white secrets. He was extremely innocent, yet wise, encompassing the most splendid qualities of valor, imagination, polarities, and extremities, but loved life more than anything, for all of its kaleidoscopes of talismans, transformations, trinkets, and plunder. He immersed His constellations, shining and prismatic through blankets of Omniversal oceans. He could come as a Meganium brane walking, waving the omega points of distant, far out, crying, oracular canopies of fluctuating densities, as Lugia met Meganium being more hyper, crazy, psychotic, and twisted than He is, and yet Lugia brilliantly penetrated with a golden clarity that resizes mental labyrinths to match tapped willpower. He thought it was so adorable, lovable, elevating, and exuberant that Meganium, with full everlasting fruits bathed in the cosmic weave, splashing and dancing to the tune of the melodies, although Lugia was greater than that whole spectrum of warm hearted embrace, as His frenzy enchanted His whole theater of exquisite luster and marvelous originality. Lugia swam in spacious groves of breathing lunch picnics, shattering the holographic channel of love. Bunny for Lugia was gargantuan, casting blissful arrows of affection, dashing in sharpies of swirl and longevity. Lugia even got His free lightsaber as Darth Nihilus, replenishing Lugia’s fleets of capital masterminded sieges, dwarfing miraculous Meganium jingles, every step of the journey exhibiting gayish, sweet, therapeutic, healing charms to invade the domains of the bird, the knowledge of all things being possible! And perhaps the most virtuous emblem to add to our armadas is Omnipotence, shaping and redirecting fate, destiny, oblivion, and prophecy all the way to the top, picturing magical, inviting, celebratory, mountaintop shattering glass ceilings of holy fountains crusading supreme flowers, riding the unmasking case of bone to braille solving of esoteric ideologies. Fissuring scepters cut dimensional devices raiding entrapment colored roots taming incredible, voluminous, invincible, overdriving vortices shadowing discord with dice on dinosaurs. Nothing will ever fail or not meet its most auspicious end, as God emanates His compassion without equal, causing a creation that understands all of its gizmos and workmanship, so I as the Lugia/Darth Nihilus star forge must bathe My axiomatic enclave of voltage to vanity sitting forever in a cave, and cascading the great cosmic serpent’s return.