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Nyx was rolling on a cloud, tears streaming down her face.

For three thousand years, she had done the same perfect routine: drive her silver chariot across the heavens, unfold the stars one by one, and watch mortals yawn and go to bed. It was elegant. It was dignified. It was excruciating .

Chaos sighed. "Put the stars back. And untie that sunrise knot before Helios throws a tantrum." naughty nyx

They were half right.

The truth was, Nyx was bored .

Emboldened, Nyx flew down to a sleeping city. She tiptoed past her son Hypnos (the god of sleep) and found a rooftop full of cats. With a snap of her star-dusted fingers, she gave each cat the sudden, uncontrollable urge to meow the lyrics to a 1980s pop song in perfect harmony.

It started small. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Nyx caught the last ray and tied it into a knot. Just a little one. The sun god Helios stumbled, confused, as dawn suddenly flickered backward by three seconds. Mortals blinked at their clocks, shrugged, and went about their evening. Nyx was rolling on a cloud, tears streaming down her face

The resulting serenade woke three neighborhoods. People stumbled to their windows, groggy and bewildered, to find a choir of tabbies singing "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go."