In the room where darkness swallows the last light of the day, beyond the trembling shadows, lies the rift. Not a fissure in the earth, but a doorway twisted in wires and whispers. Children say it's a portal to wonderland—adults, a passage to nowhere.
Peek inside, they said. But beware the glitches! For every box of toys, there’s a grinning teddy with eyes like blackholes, consuming your dreams with laughter too childlike to comprehend.
Follow the trail of candy wrappers and stray socks. Listen for the hum of the unseen, the melody of a fading memory. We're all explorers, embarking on voyages to our own forgotten lands.
Irony is our compass; wonder, our fuel. Together, they make a rickety ship that sails over the horizon of sense into the ocean of absurdity.
Dare to dream? Ponder Ponderings or skip to The Void.