So, you've stumbled upon the realms of unspoken truths. Welcome. Here lies the continuation of what we once dared to whisper in shadowed corners and whispered lullabies to the wind.
"Underneath the stairway to the stars, I once buried a secret, wrapped in the echo of forgotten laughter."
Strange, isn't it? How sometimes we fill the sky with mundane conundrums like: Why do the stars wink at us? It's like asking why cats prefer boxes over the comforts of human affection. Peculiar revelations, those are.
You've got to admit, the universe could use a sprinkle more absurdity. Ever thought of naming your indoor plants after moon craters? Give it a try! Proximity subconscious evolution is what they call it.
The wormholes in the garden are calling... I'm always tempted to step through, with hazel eyes dancing like missing constellations.
Indeed. The key could be in the whispers between volcanic rocks and the tales of ancient turtles. Only if we listen closely enough.
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