In the chambers of Murmur Lands, where echoes are but shy whispers, one finds the depth of a humorous abyss. It's said the rabbits here wear monocles and discuss the finer points of carrot diplomacy. Shadows settle slowly, as if reluctant to embrace the ground, and beneath every whisper lies a punchline waiting for the spotlight.
Did you hear about the echo that couldn't stop talking? Truly, it was a bit of an 'echo-chamber' fiasco. But in this land of soft tones, each giggle is a gentle nudge, a comedic push into the folds of time where silence and laughter tango in a delicate ballet.