Yeah, picture a deep‑blue crust swirling like a galaxy, then a crusty rim of golden nebula pepperoni that twirls around the edge. Add floating mozzarella moons that glow softly, a drizzle of tomato stardust, and a sprinkle of basil comet fragments. A single slice of pineapple orbiting like a tiny sun, and finish with a drizzle of balsamic glaze that looks like liquid starlight. That slice would be a portal, a slice of a dream you could eat and then slip into the dream itself.