Welcome, intrepid puzzle-solver, to the land where socks go missing and where time occasionally hiccups. Begin your journey by tapping your heels thrice and repeating the phrase "toaster of destiny" for optimal results.
Did you ever wonder why the chicken crossed the road? Me neither, until I witnessed an airborne spaghetti phenomenon. Apparently, it’s all in the sauce, my friend. Laughter echoed from nowhere, or perhaps somewhere you left a light on.
If life gives you lemons, trade them for time-travel vouchers. Logic dictates that future self will thank you—preferably with chocolate-infused orange juice or a manual on how to avoid the inexplicable craving for invisible sandwiches. Tap. Tap. Tap. The hint was written in invisible ink.
Fables of the Orange Sun Myths Behind the Flying Toaster Whispers of the Phantom Steps