Lamenting with laughter in the residual echoes. A dance of silent shadows, flickering truth, and fragments unseen.
"Once upon a broken mirror, the frogs discussed their reflections—mostly about who looked more like a prince, and why their royal robes were perpetually soggy."
- Unknown amphibian advisor
We dive deep, deeper still, searching for the wherewithal to our woe. Sometimes, you find it in the shoelace of the universe transcending mundane spillage.
Self-help books for fish exist if you know where to swim. The shelf is just beyond the coral with appetizing titles like "Finding Your Inner Gills" and "Bubbles of Positivity."
Sorrow — your old friend with punchlines meant for shadows; always ready to quell your existential curiosity over supper.
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