Ever wonder what it's like being a part of the great sky-to-earth drop dance? Well, let me tell ya, the plunge from the clouds is just the thing every raindrop looks forward to, but it ain't always smooth sailing. Or... smooth descending, in my case.
So here's the thing about Critical Toast contraptions... They believe every drop must have a purpose, you know? Some end up in gadgets that crunch away, spilling over with electrical applause. Yesterday, I barely missed a toasty exit—browned and golden all around, quite the transformation.
I sometimes overhear the ticking of clocks in these boxes, like they think every moment counts. No surprise really, they are mechanical after all.
And while carving through the humid ether, we raindrops sometimes stumble upon a curious one-way, get-activated kinda door, leading us to contraptions with labels like "Glass-Vault" and "Quantum Infuser". Each one a mystery, each one a story waiting to unfold.
For now, I just hang on to the edge, watching the spectacle of toast and technology unfold, one drop at a time.