"To navigate life's nonsensical instructions," the ceiling urged the floor, "one must always listen to the walls, for they speak only when the ground is silent."

"But what of the ceiling's whispers?" the wall inquired, its voice a mere shadow of sound echoing across the empty room.

"Gravity pulls us toward our own dialogues," replied the chair, which had assumed a rather upright position despite the circumstances. "And sometimes, in those dialogues, you find instructions that seem to float, defying all known structure, much like this conversation."