Once upon a midnight dreary, you sought the paperwork, querying the abyssal help desk. The form you filled was strangely familiar; an inventory of your fears, perhaps? As your pen scratched the cosmic ledger, the void whispered lullabies:
- Twelve black kittens scampered past the border; they were lost, yet found.
- Your sleep, a bureaucratic tango, danced shadows in the night.
- The ocean, now an office pool, reflected fluorescent sunsets.
So close your eyes, dear dreamer; the irony is woven into the fabric of your nightmares. Remember to submit your deprecation report before dawn breaks the chain. A lullaby of LEDs will guide your way.