Waterfall Saga
Stream of Consciousness or Consciousness of Streams?
"Navigating the rocks of indifference," she mused, "is much like traversing corporate ladders."
Nature held a corporate retreat in the unpredictable cascade. "Here," said Nature, "is our product: disappointment. Comes with optional serenity."
The waterfall clashed with the ocean, an irony soaked in salt. Seagulls perched on ethics, diving into waters deep with irony unquenched. The call of the waterfall was a dissonant symphony, one composed by a blindfolded composer at a vineyard in November.
Legends say the waterfall whispers names of those yet unnamed. In its echoing charm, the waterfall bestowed titles of imaginary glory on unsuspecting wanderers: "Oh, future Chancellor of Soggy Affairs, your ascendancy is inevitable!" It was a futuristic dystopia meeting an archaic bureaucracy at the top of the moist cliff.