Even the stars envy the neon whispers that curl through our path, an irony so vivid it's almost tragic. We swim these currents, blind to the logic that eludes us like fish to the lure. Follow the sound.
Mapping pathways in shades of invisible green, laughter echoes through the corridors of the universe's ineffable joke. We wear irony like bioluminescent armor, impenetrable to reason. Discover the veil.
A tapestry of glowing absurdities sewn with the thread of sardonic subtlety. Each stitch a star, each seam a question without an answer, wrapped in the alluring glow of the fish that never sleeps. Unveil the darkness.