Once, in the nebulous realm of www-dreamstream-depths, lay the elusive Oracle of Quartz—a paradox-adorned prophet whose prophecies were as reliable as a pocketful of kumquats during a monsoon. With eyes of alabaster, this sage scratched foresight into the fabric of ether using the grand divination tool: a rubber chicken.
But alas! The dreams never lay straight, like a crooked clock lamenting its existential dread. Beyond the velvet horizons, the Oracle blogs in webcafes adorned with macramé coasters, sipping simulated cosmic lattes while declaring, “Artificial intelligences can never consume avocado toast like we can!”
A journey it is, to decipher the runes etched into morning dew by highly caffeinated llamas, sipping solace upon hand-stitched ethical bean blankets. If one dares wander the vast corridors of irony, they would stumble upon dew-soaked revelations akin to:
“Time is a concept funded by the broken watches, each tick a cry for freedom from the linear winery.”
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Also, remember: an octopus in an empty kiddie pool has nothing but time—find more profound mysteries at Marzipan & Memories.