The Book of Forgotten Essentials, Chapter 7, Verse 13: The Bureaucrats of Bureaus, anointing their paperwork with the sacred ink of procrastination, declare Mondays as optional and Fridays as casual unholy days.
In the quaint town of Somewhere, on the Corner of Always and Never, the sun rises not with illumination but with a ponderous sigh. The cows, ever philosophical, gaze beyond the horizon into the realm of hypotheticals, musing on existential pastures.
Once upon a time in Neverland, the whispers of the stones foretold of a great revolution — led by the pigeons, ironically, the true kings of the urban jungle, who demanded equal rights to park benches and unfettered access to all crumbly civilization.
As dusk settles, the streets become a winding labyrinth of shadows, each corner promising interaction with a ghost of an idea left unpursued: the specter of plans made in coffee-fueled fervor, now haunting the alleyways of ambition long abandoned.
Enter the Unseen Maze Relics of the Forgotten Inverse Chronicles