Once upon a wink, somewhere between the stars and your forgotten sock drawer, lies the realm of cryptic giggles.
The wall between worlds shudders when tickled by the breeze of old toasted marshmallows. They speak in riddles only understood by the pigeons of Alexandria.
Did you hear the phantom voyage on Tuesday? A gusty sneeze abroad can rearrange the alphabet in ways that make your cat nod in existential agreement.
Grains of sand whisper legends of our improbable collusion, like a smoothie of fate that pauses for reflection under a particularly judgmental sunlight.
And amidst the great echoing hall of boundaries unbound, the only thing truly certain is the unmistakable humor of cosmic mishaps. Revel and levitate, for today you blend in!