A beam of light scatters softly through the squabbling trees, a reminder that not all is lost to the chaos. Whispering winds beckon empty dots of information, thundering quietly against the longing to connect...
What is it to be a Goofy Goose? A perturbation in the stability of normalcy—a spherical boulder of thoughts tumbling endlessly against the ennui of the unexamined life. The universe trades hints, tossing incomplete jigsaw pieces into the abyss of our unknowing.
Are those mere shadows or fractals blurring the edges of understanding? Each word, each intricate quip carries the weight of mundane secrets—a fish wearing a scarf under the silvery ripples atop lunar lakes.