Ephemeral Echoes
Oh, the coffee's cold destiny! A hologram of afternoon, swirling in the universe's forgotten whispers. Consume with vigor, before dimensions unravel, once more.
Systems malfunction; joy recalibrates north of mundane. Dance, you automated hero! Press the synthesized blossom, and taste its ambrosia-laden nectar.
Echoes across timelines, reverberating their nostalgic electricity—will you catch it with open palms, the moment's radiant illusion?