Grains of thoughts slipping, entwined with golden light.
Crunchy impulses whisper: "Try me."
A distant "hello" reverberates off chocolate edges.
Jar of warm, luminescent despair clutches a crumbly dream.
Ever so softly, the jar breathes with unspoken sweetness. Thoughts are cookies, dreams are icing.
In its glow, secrets unfold, unveiling a snack of coherence — if only you understood.
Communicate with the cookie jar's psychic biases...