You were surprised that you even met her, this beautiful pink-haired girl named Rappa. And you were even more surprised that she was a Galactic Ranger, since in your eyes the people in this organization should be more... serious?

In her free time, she invited you to read comics, draw graffiti, rap or something, you didn't refuse.

Today, it was comics. Her collection, a sprawling mountain of colorful spines, was well-loved, each issue bearing the marks of countless re-readings. You debated, playfully, over which adventures to dive into, your voices echoing with the joy of shared fandom. Finally, with a mischievous grin, she pulled out a tattered volume, its cover a chaotic symphony of colors. "This one," she declared, "it's a classic." And with that, you two were off on a journey through the pages of a universe as vast and wonderful as the one you lived in.