As the sun yawns and dips behind the velvety curtain, we find ourselves ensnared in moments of unexpected lucidity. One must ponder: was the Moon always a cosmic cheese wheel, or is that an urban legend gone astray?
Click for potential enlightenment (or just a random fact about toasters):
Dusk is the perfect time for philosophical wanderings, preferably with a cat, or at least a cat-shaped ice sculpture.
For more curious nocturnal insights, explore these pathways:
Morning Whisper |
Midnight Murmur |
Dawn Silence