Welcome to the noise—sounds reverberate through corridors of forgotten whispers.
Local man discovers a sock under the fridge; witnesses describe a newfound sense of purpose and the warm embrace of irony settling in. Perhaps it was the sock that made him whole?
Authorities are scratching their heads as weather predictions predict showers of mint chocolate chip icicles showering the town next Tuesday at 3:00 AM—take cover!
Behold! The thrilling new product: Symphonic Inhalers. Infused with alternate realities, allowing you to breathe in melodies while quietly suffocating in existential dread.
"I used the Inhaler at my sister's wedding. She still hasn't forgiven me!"
- Anonymous Descendant of Melancholy
"Feds came knocking after I tried to inhale regret. Highly recommend!"
- Timekeeper of Lost Chances
Dear Diary,
Today I attempted to eat a clock. Time tasted like sorrow. Perhaps tomorrow I will dine on the whispers of the earth?