Ah, the tonal shifts—like a kaleidoscope of words, or perhaps a cat wearing a monocle? Have you ever been caught in the middle of a profound revelation, only to be interrupted by a thought about lunch? Welcome to the abyss where such tonal shifts are not just possible, they're planned with great precision.
Consider the following:
Ephemeral Ink Stains
Would you swim across the desert if your shoes were lined with marshmallows?
—Albert F. Loon, 1912
Our protagonist—a local philosopher-turned-baker—has a motto:
Cosmic Rolls
"Every scone is a sonnet wrapped in pastry, waiting to be devoured with existential tea."
And what of the whispers in the margins? The doodles of half-finished dreams? Imagine, if you will, a world where kittens dictate the laws of physics. Spoiler: it's all about the naps.