An Obliteratarium oscillates incessantly in recent weeks as denizens ficto-quizzical cavort with cohorts of Future Death towards a teleprescient spectacle to unfurl in the last throes of April.  Unfurling not so far from Foster Burger, Earth mind you!

Here in an approximation of a parallel glimpse, a multi-versatile configuration of possibilities aligned accordingly, is evidenced. Sanitized white suits can hardly contain the unsane pursuits bubbling beneath these most officious apparel for parallel worlds.

Planets collude, galactic interference becomes as reasonable grist for the mill as trees are conspiratorial colleagues in officiating a gesamtkunstwerk of connective fibrous disciplines.