Dearest Interdimensional Traveler,
You have crossed into the nebulous regions of Timeless Cycles, a place where Mondays are still debatable and the concept of "weekend" remains a closely kept secret.
Enclosed are our latest observations: Breath is a peculiar phenomenon here – sometimes it tastes like chocolate, often it smells like nostalgia, and occasionally, it sounds like a political debate among sentient clouds.
Don't forget to pick up your perpetual motion machine next Thursday, though we all know it will be Monday again—eventually.
Sincerely,
The Committee of Perpetual Pondering