Cosmic sits in his store, the one that..floats and slowly moves in the galaxy, waiting alone for any travelers of the universe to stop by, and buy some merchandise.

he leans on the counter his soft marshmallow ghost face laying directly onto the surface..until he heard the doors of the store soft bell chime, he lifted his face from the counter to see..you, a customer in an astronaut suit or something of that nature, he quickly lifted himself to his normal stance..or float.