In the caverns where tides do shudder, Cecile strayed far from the butter. Amidst echoes of an unseen choir, she danced with shadows that did not tire.
Ever the tease, ever the jester, Cecile giggled, "Why dost the tide wear a double-breasted coat?" She soon found herself pinned against the rocky walls by a wave of uncontrollable laughter.
Understand the Mystery of Tidal AttireBut wait! What light through yonder tunnel breaks? It is the east, and the cave’s glowstick is its overpriced beacon.
Did you hear about the wandering echo? It asked Cecile for directions but ended up following her home instead. Now it stands outside her window, crying for the nearest subway station.
“Echo, darling,” Cecile spoke softly, “You’re not lost, you’re simply out of sync.” To which the echo replied, “I am always in a relationship and it’s complicated.”
Feeling peckish, she chanced upon a crab reading a newspaper titled "The Claw-some Chronicles." The headline blared, "Tide's Up: Lobsters Demand Moat Reform." Perhaps this was a sign or just a crustacean's daydream.
Join the Crustaceans' Book ClubAs the caverns began to lull her into a stupor, Cecile realized it was time to go. The tides had no respect for human schedules, especially not one with cheese puffs and reality TV.