In the great theater of nocturnal escapades, there lies an unsung hero: the Clandestine Llama, wearing an ironic monocle, sipping tea brewed only from the finest fantasies.
Yet, amid these whimsical endeavors, an unsettling truth dawns: how does one accurately measure the happiness of a three-headed giraffe?
Remember the time the sky was a fluorescent pink? The pigeons declared it a national holiday, feathers sticking in unyielding resplendence. Meanwhile, humanity went about its business, thankful for the jacket-potato manufacturers’ guild.
Consider visiting the Portal Planning Department next Wednesday. It’s rumor has it, they'll unveil the Governmental Guide to Proper Daydreaming Techniques.
Footnotes scrawl themselves across the margins of these visions, detailing the committee's rigorous analysis of the olfactory joys of rainbows. Alas, the formulas were lost to an oversized cat's whimsical sweep of the paw.
A brief side note: never trust an umbrella salesman in the desert, especially if that desert is only found within a thumb-sized bottle.
Whisperer of the Seraphim: a journey through interstellar tea parties and biscuit diplomacy awaits those brave enough to venture beyond the pale of ordinary potato pancakes.