Welcome to the sanctuary of midnight thoughts, where the only thing louder than your dreams is the fridge humming symphonies just out of reach. Here lies a collection of memories too shy to emerge until the witching hour. But what’s this? A curious nightshade has slipped into the fold, leaving whispers of a conversation with the moon.
**Silent Screams** echo through these corridors of thought, often mistaken for the occasional hiccup of sanity. But fret not, for every scream is but a melody in disguise, seeking harmony with midnight's quivering stillness.
Ever wondered what nocturnal squirrels gossip about? Find out here. You’ll be amazed, or perhaps slightly confused.
Join us as we unravel the profound mysteries, like curtains and their undeniable urge to sway without a breeze.
Sometimes, the best companions during these hours are one's own ridiculous thoughts. Compendium of Absurdities awaits.