In the land where octopi wear bowler hats and recite Shakespeare, an echo once lost its way. The sophorics scattered like autumn leaves, whispering secrets in tongues best left forgotten.
The sketch of a clock ticked counterclockwise while a chicken, dressed as a Victorian gentleman, pondered the meaning of time.
"Time is a flat circle," quoth the chicken, adjusting its monocle, "but today's appointment is for the quadratic snail."
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