In the shadowy realms, where whispers become shadows,
Dreams tickle the ribs of forgotten memories like an overzealous octopus trying to juggle.
Do you remember the great pie-flying contest of 1999? No? Good, it's better left unsaid.
"The fish wore boots," she claimed, as the clock melted into a puddle of time.
Visit the whispering sea and listen carefully to the echoes of your past lunch plans.
Remember, every shadow has a story, whether it's true or just a squirrel with a monocle.