Have you ever felt the brush of a phantom? Gliding through texts like a specter in a library aisle?
Once upon a midnight dreary, the winds sighed tales encoded in forgotten books. But who reads these tomes when the sun shines, anyway?
In the shadows, where the ink bleeds secrets, our heroes are the ones who mispronounce the ancient spells of IKEA instruction manuals.
Did you know? The greatest arcane art lies in disappearing when bills arrive—mystical enough for any degree in finance.
Here’s the kicker: The wise owl of the night, perched upon the whims of our economic dreams, hoots only in cryptocurrency speak.