Once upon a dubious threshold, where the walls are made almost entirely of wistful imagination, reside the oblivion frogs. These amphibious archivists employ shadows as both currency and cloak when they haunt the unclaimed wisdom of the tables left too long in the sun. Their hopping acrobatics? A furious dance of protocol adherence, one guided by the sacred texts of the expected lunch break.
Not far from the probabilistic shores, the airborne quokkas endeavor to misplace yesterday’s news today. With detached grace, they navigate the bureaucratic mazes created for the sole purpose of finding warranty papers for mythical creatures’ births. Deftly avoiding contact lenses made of dreams, these hopping paradoxes smile at the cosmic absurdity of it all.
In ever-elusive tides, the phantom jellybeans renew the art of quiet nonexistence. Enshrined within wrappers of irony, these delicacies dabble in quantum desserts, fluctuating between tangible and mischievous memory. To witness one is to question the very framework upon which misguided sweetaught empires stand.
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