Tick-tock, but mostly tock. Do clocks dance on the edge of reality? Let's discuss over coffee brewed in the cauldron of yesterday.
"The enigmatic cornbread of destiny awaits," she said, as she spun tales of buttered futures and jammed pasts.
In the quiet corners of this digital realm, whispers travel through fiber-optic pipes, encrypted by the laughter of curious squirrels. Did you know that the secret recipe for time involves three parts imagination, two parts nostalgia, and a dash of existential dread?
Decrypt the mystery: