Do the loops of lights know they're loops? Ever pondered a light bulb's boiling point amidst an existential crisis? Suddenly, the bulb flickers, whispers: "Alas, I'm not fit to illuminate the pole dance of photons!"

The green light spills secrets you've not yet thought: "Why sprout sprouts in spring when spaghetti sings songs of spaghetti?" Embrace the paradox. Embrace the bulb. Dance with the ever-rotation of LEDs, stealing their rhythm, stealing their hue.

Unbroken Glow and Quantum Waltz – luminescent literature awaits, rebelliously radiant and endearingly eccentric.